Kiss me, a thousand times!
Black coffee and craigslist couches,
Your ridiculous smile and comforting arms,
I would never want to be anywhere else.
And as the skyline tumbles forever-
right outside your (our!) tiny apartment-
I wonder if the buildings get lonely.
Do they ever wish to the caress the gentle sky?
Outside, the obsidian night and lonely wind
Tickle my face as I pull you closer,
We are the buildings that reached the horizon.