Ceiling blocks heavy thoughts, missing you like I should, shouldn’t
Making worlds together then abandoning them, buildings and us in us left
Separated into two moving through streets without whereabouts, miss checking in
Throwing up to a heavy ceiling, returned to face to face it
Opening brand new homes, walk away chilled, chilly weather and questions in a big bed
Shouldn’t throw feelings up in the house, maybe outside under natural filters, light.