She's describing the smell of rain as the sun rises over Bethnal Green. I'm doing my best to ignore the time difference, and my insecurities about her co-star. I'm winding down while she's waking up, breaking me in like a hand-me-down.
Diamond eyes for the way she says my name. Her call-time's in 10 and I'm near tears. Breathing out New York as if it's the last thing in these lungs. Shipped my heart to London until November.
I'm only worthwhile in my mind when I'm bleeding from the chest anyway.
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