I dug under your fingertips for the glow,
Which way do you lean when the lights are out?
I told you once a story to make me grow,
My eyes sinking,
Buried in my coat,
I can mold you a story if you'll let me in,
Some rocks are smoother - but you skip just as well.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
I dug under your fingertips for the glow,
Which way do you lean when the lights are out?
I told you once a story to make me grow,
My eyes sinking,
Buried in my coat,
I can mold you a story if you'll let me in,
Some rocks are smoother - but you skip just as well.
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