it was 5 in the morning and sleep was far
from making sense the sun was rising and
you said it's been awhile since you kissed
someone while their face was the color of
the sunrise i blushed but didn't take cover
i remember your hands; cold and scarred
from days of shameless pity and the world
being a heavy burden on your shoulders
these were your eyes, in deep panic i
hummed your favorites and went old school,
taking your tired face in my hands
to say thanks you gave me some joan jett
music because i said i liked how she always
got it right and the static running from her mouth
always made me want to run the more
these are your eyes, and tonight, i'm taking you with me

a/n: i see the want to in your eyes