The houses we walk by seem to be creatures, watching us on our stroll through the streets, staring, seeing, following us and our broken relationship.
Their glowing eyes burn on my skin, your hand burns my fingers, I want to run, run, far away, to another version of you and me.
The trees seem to have eyes, watching us on our walk underneath their canopy of leaves, staring, seeing, growing through us and our broken relationship.
Their glittering eyes freeze my bones, your hand freezes my flesh, I want to run, run far away, to another version of you and me.
It hurts, I want to, have to run, to leave, to get away from this freezing warmth, from this burning cold,
but through it all, even if it hurts, I stay with you.