flesh for flesh doesn't mean the same as it used to it won't work, i am skin stretched too tight over knuckles; you are the light that bleeds through the blinds between time and day i never cared to learn how to put out matches on my tongue no, i do not want to be left with laundry hands i am sorry for anything i have done, am doing, and will do wrong
im not asking you to stay forever, just enough to see the sun rise