not by design, not by a long shot, i knew i'd met my match. a mirror image staring back at me from behind an empty glass. and when you laughed at me, it was over. i leaned backwards in my chair content to watch our love grow older. january slowly drifts along to december. it's indecent the sort of things remembered. the planetarium, a fifth of maker's. i caught you doing cartwheels shitfaced down the escalator. i've got a muscle memory made of you and me playing on repeat. i've got a muscle memory written in defeat i can't bury underneath. through the hotel, down the corridor i retrace our steps to the rooftop bar where i imagine i haven't even met you yet. and as i sip my drink, i am swimming, treading whiskey in an ocean i find so much more forgiving. i've got a muscle memory made of you and me playing on repeat. i've got a timeless melody so epic in its sweep - if you could only hear, you'd swing from the chandeliers.