Sand paper hands
And blanket warm skin
Help her though, she can't remember the smell
When's the last time you spoke the single syllable she loves so much
And how is it that you cause her a tornado of emotions
While all anyone can hear
Is white noise
You walk past her like she's a ghost
It's silent, but look at her! She's screaming your name!
Her knuckles are white from holding on
Her fingernails imprinted on her palm
Foolish, foolish girl
Let no one justify her mistakes
Because it was you wasn't it, who blindfolded her
You spun her around, told her to run, and when she opened her eyes
You would be there....you would be there
She's still spinning
Waiting for the right time to sprint