Blow out a candle.
Tie some balloons together.
Tell me that today will be wonderful.
For those 2 minutes, you can make me believe that everything is perfect.
I'll think with ease and move with peace.
But the moment will last for only so long, until your cheeks tighten and the smoke clears.
Because I know I woke up from slamming doors.
Because I cower from your mouth still wet with careless venom.
Because I shiver at the thought of those tense years.
Because I can only sleep with the lull of drowsy chords.
Nice things don't come by often.
I know this because they'd never let me hold on.
