All of the I don't knows caught in your throat. I can't tell if they're saying let love grow or let love go. I've stopped looking both ways when I cross the street. You don't have to be dead to be a ghost. I trace my skin trying to find the last spot your lips touched. I just want to show you how proud I am to be yours. I can't even remember what it feels like to have your lips pressed against my neck. It's like walking through a winter morning with no coat. Start a fire in a pit rather than in my heart. It's being stuck in a traffic jam just wanting to rush home to you. Is there even a home anymore? Sent out a flare off my shipwreck out at sea. Hoping you might come find me. Hopelessly remembering what it was like to search for you under bed sheets. I'll be forever lost without the comfort of your arms and your hands guiding me home.