CRYSTAL FIGHTER

heartbeats,

hot streets,

beach king/

sleeping with the window open.

new hope,

han solo,

looking at your face I know

that you and me/

we're going places

you're my crystal fighter

and my friend

chipped tooth,

sunlight moving

through my curtains/

dead flowers

and robot men/

all the memories

of you already.

tea leaves,

strange dreams/

you and me,

we're going places

doc martens

with yellow laces

wasting no time to pretend you're someone else:

you're my crystal fighter

and my friend

meeting you accidentally

elastic bands

and funny feet/

telling me that I'm alright

despite the stupid things I say/

churlish may

and birthday parties

knowing me,

knowing you

throwing knives

and fire alarms

starting to know

not to forget

that you're my crystal fighter and my friend