Autumn Without my Lover \ First Steps

thousands of feet pattering the

world moves but i am

stuck

stuck here with you the air is 

whirring

i’m stuck

stuck here with you i wish that the

feeling of needles peddling ink into my

skin was enough to get me

moving but instead i

saw your palm in the veins

of the autumn leaves

god

god

god

i don’t even believe in that shit on

the papers bound in that old fucking

leather but i could’ve sworn i saw

you pooled in the coffee

cup