i'm not going to hurt you right,
under the pulse of our breathing.
Yank the roots up
from my soul.
Set me on fire and we'll blow out the coals.
stroking the flames.
I was empty and hollow
'til you filled me again.
Don't let it go cold.
Cuz you know
I leave marks
that you'll wear when you're old.
And again I rest my head
against your knee,
for any trace of air left in this room.