So, tell me, that time in the sunset
and we entered the sunlight and were apart, like in every cliché revealing itself
like, it's so stupid
Animal, husband, and wife, two strangers, and a representative from the government forming a dissertation on love, but, with them, a ritual of course
One of my friends has to be wondering
Can I only write these things?
Not all the other things?
[?] I don't know

The curves on her face. The most ordinary
The ones she sees the most
The ones that make her cringe
Yet have the power to calm her from her panic attacks
Because she knows her hands fit there
The skin makes room
Like the groove of my finger long
after I take the wedding ring off
It wrote something there, on my finger
And my skin just gave in

[?] finger
Coming through
Just gave in to the ordinary
Giving in to the ordinary
Giving in to the ordinary
To the ordinary
To the ordinary
To the ordinary
To the ordinary, ordinary
To the ordinary
To the ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary

My finger
Outside again, the chaos
And I wonder what is lost
Long after I take the wedding ring off
We don't always get to choose
When we're close
And when we're not