Guest Room

In the guest room
Lying on the carpet
I felt peace like I was
Going back and forth on your motorbike
On the backseat I promised my wrists could hack it
It’s funny how I just spent the whole time staring at your jacket

And in that room I realised
Everything I ever felt was
Leading to what came next
Like winter into warmer months
And I felt peace like I was watching a plane window turn into a mirror
Everything’s okay when it’s in equal balance
It’s funny how artificial light looks so good in the distance

So in that room I lay there
Staring up at paintings that seemed
Somewhat familiar like the people I make up in dreams
And I tried to stay awake
Hard as I try to stay asleep some mornings
Of all the times when I have been completely present
It’s funny how many of them
Never really even happened