spikes lining my whole jacket, your bows glow pastel-bright,
i speak in rock and thunder, your songs are feather-light,
my boots reek rain and oil, your steps are sugar-sweet,
two hearts - one steel, one candy - have felt the other's beat.
i sleep with buzzing 'chines and led glow on my eyes,
you dream in plushie kingdoms and strawberry skies,
my world spits sparks and bullets, when yours pours gentle rain,
two dialects of lonely saying "i'm in pain."
your bracelets clink like prayers made out of plastic stars,
my rings are forged from cables i have ripped out of cars,
you paint your lips in pink, when i stain mine with blue,
different kinds of armor just to love you true.
the streets feel loud and hollow without your shiny tide,
my neon looks half-dead since you're not by my side.
chrome yearning for color, as sugar aches for flame,
split between two cities, calling out each other's name.