Astronauts

I can't shake this constant headache.
On my back, just like always.
The cold air tearing up my fucking lungs once again.
Nights alone. These are the last ones, love.
One day I swear we'll be okay.
When this Winter is over and we're rid of this cold air.
One day we'll be together again.
When I've finally grown up and you decide to move home.