You're just an old abandoned movie theatre

repeating forgotten silent films

that nobody ever watched

in the first place,

back when they made em'

&

I am a painter without a paint brush,

Spit blood on canvas to remind us- 

We were bigger than sinking ships once

Please be kind- someone rewind us!


You're a fraction of what you were

and I'm subtracting all of my lovers

Until we're all that is left and sure-

There's no more ghosts under our covers

(in between the sheets.)