me and max talk about being senseless. i say i can't imagine life without my eyes. he has nightmares about silence. we were younger three years ago, and you don't have to apologize. but now i want to kiss you in quiet. maybe i will shine directly into your eyes. maybe i will tear up the timpani in your ears. it's a sad song that plays one beat behind. i'll kiss you but only if this is the last time we're looking at each other.