Souvenir

Here 'cause it feels alright

I'll forgive my body in your basement tonight

Separately I'm struggling and standing at the sink

I deserve whatever hurts, I think

Canonize his breath

He can't hear the snakes

Despite his head against my chest

I'm the bathroom mirror

I'm the walk back into bed

And yes, I know exactly what comes next

So have me again then

Wow, I don't wanna get dressed

It is what it is

Soft and sweet and meaningless

Don't forget that I was here

The soreness in my legs, a souvenir