you are real. you are truth. you are hurt. but i am real. i am truth. i am hurt. and under those stars, wrapped up in the warmth of arms and words. steam and vapor, misting our eyes. poison and memories, bringing us back. bringing us back. we came back. and we came. i pray it's real. pray it's truth. but i don't pray for harm. never for harm. so please don't. but boys will be boys, and girls have those eyes that will cut you to ribbons sometimes. and all you can do is just wait by the moon and bleed if it's what she says you ought to do.