365 9/28

 

She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant finger 

I want to be what she's drinking, yeah, I just want to be

I saw you first, I'm the first one tonight

365 9/28

Out underneath the arms of Cassiopeia

Where the sword of Orion sweeps

It's me and you, Rosie, crackling like crossed wires

And you breathing in your sleep