If I could tell you anything tonight it’d be don’t leave.

Don’t take the embryotic hope that you put under my skin
And the soul I’ve finally found again tangled in your curls

It’d be that the way you move your legs at night
When you’re restless about how twenty years later
Is only ten more years away
My heart tunes itself to the motions of your mind tracing out your future

It’d be that your hands coat my body like lithium
Silvery and toxic in excess
The only thing I need every day

You’re a regimen I don’t have the resolve to break
I’m resolved to not break myself anymore
I think I’d tell you that.

That I’m done tearing into myself
And ripping out highways of neglect
That I built into myself

That I will stay through to the end of this tunnel
Dark and winding
I’ll never leave myself

So if you could postpone the morning
And wrap me in a temporary ease
I hope you wouldn’t leave.