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Jan 2011
Your hands are cold and soothing on my shoulder blades
My head leaking rain buried away from the air raids
I can't sleep anymore, I'm done with the sweating.
You crawl under covers and press your legs into my back
And I stand hunched over every time I get my heart on track
I can't relax anymore, I need a change of setting.

Well we lie among leaves and you rip up the grass
And we douse ourselves in kerosene and try to get there fast.
Everyone we love is putting themselves last,
They're taking off their faces and putting on masks
And if they ever decide that their lives are worth living
We'll be standing idly by just working on forgiving
Ourselves.

Your eyes so gold, they etch themselves into my soul
And here in my sick bed, you warm up my legs until they're full
I can't sleep anymore, I'd rather melt into the floor.
Your hair so smooth emphasizing the beauty of your youth
And here where I feel dead, you wrap me up in blinded truth.
I can't relax anymore, I'd rather pass through your front door.

Well we hug all the trees and kiss with our noses
With my face in your knees and our bodies full of roses.
You whisper in my throat that we're not coming round.
Everyone we love is getting stuck in this town
And if they ever decide that their lives are worth living
We'll be standing idly by just working on forgiving
Ourselves.
for Emma.
Ryan Bowdish
Written by
Ryan Bowdish  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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