Mew

wake me up
only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites
a draft from all sides
why did you not include me on your list?
let me in through the ceiling
white lips kissed
our love is a fickle love
keeps itself locked in a suitecase
to be ready to go
always
i won?t cry when the silver lining shows
but you?re right
you understand
you ride with both hands
worrying is the breathing that you need
so there won?t be far to fall
you mustn?t climb tall
things that are supposed to mean lots
leave you cold
and with a malady of the soul
our love is a tricky love