Tender and sore
I let fingertips in to **** my sides
Now my flesh is on the floor
.
A girl embraces her lover
and says I’m so glad that you are home
I watch and think this is what love is from the outside
.
I felt cold as you whisper your breeze on my ear
as your shoulder turns to winter
nights shrink to and four o'clock
This is what I’ll feel, with you at my side
.
Tender and sore
I let fingertips in to **** my sides
Now my skin is on the floor
So don’t stab my gut
Don’t wake me up
.
I let my feet
lull me to sleep
on the street
I need space to think
so don’t come in
there is no heat
in here
or in anything
that has touched my feet
.
Reserved and bored
my fingers touch your pride
Your clothes on the boards
Please wake me up
Please wake me up