Let's take some more. Let's act like strangers. Remind me of what I said tomorrow. I want to lay down and feel like my skin is slowly dissapearing. I want to make a boat from my bones and sail to Bermuda. But until then, I'll stay here and pretend that there will never come a time when I have to leave. Those wise and farmiliar hands. Those hands that hold my face and remind me that I have more than just a name etched into a stone. Those hands that have brought me the feeling of comfort and safety. Feelings I almost forgot. It is you.
You have made me unaffaid of the scales.
You have sat with me in a tin can and listene carefully.
In the morning rush you stopped and took a wiff of time itself and delivered it to your senses, all because i told you to.