Great Heights

we can't sleep on concrete floors we know this by now it's the thought that counts we still attempt i haven't seen you in days or weeks or months or years i'm not really clear tell me everything you saw  when you went out for fresh air we'd reach such great heights if we could just make our beds in the morning I'll wake you up before I leave I know you'll still be asleep i'll brush the sunshine off of your cheeks and say goodbye everybody needs a reason everybody needs a reason to feel absolute to feel absolutely grim the next the day i love everybody here but i am too scared to say it I want to see you bloom into flowers so vivid and vibrant that sunflowers swoon this broken glass is mine these fairy lights are mine you on the pavement is mine your smile on my shoulder is mine