going to brabant

 across the borderless country
 a long night exhales
 her secrets

 between the giggles and beers
 i can almost
 look at you now
 as someone else
 might look at you

 who knows nothing
 but your worst injury
 can almost see myself
 as someone else
 might see me

 who knows nothing
 but my worst injury
 and how it hasn't
 killed me yet

 was almost going to ask
 for your pitiful heart
 one miserable chord
 to redeem both of us

 already heard
 the drab dawn
 calling me back
 choked on the question
 almost let my head
 rest there
 on your shoulder