"Lean back, fall into his lap
Blue blurred ceiling and
Teardrop eyes actually
Loving arms, loving hands
Playing with my pixie-short hair,
'What are you thinkin' about, Tink?'
4 days before he leaves and he
Instead I just shrug, can't trust these
Elegant, but such bullshit
(I know he won't call me on it)
Curl up, try to make
That can turn around to meet the
I hold myself to.
'Don't let me catch fire without you.'"