Perfectly

Turn down the headlights and look my way
We’ll tell our parents the best of things no matter how awful they seem
The sickness of a family
Trace your eyes, wake and retrieve
The morning sun can look so mean — the color
Kiss your head don’t say a thing
We’ll live forever in books darling
It’s the secrets beneath the leaves I keep with me. I’m falling up and down
And I’ll never write the letter, I wish you could read the words perfectly.
(twice)