I think that you look better
With your bones out of your face
But who am I to tell you
How I feel or what to say
I'm too awkward to move
With that look like lines engraved
So I'll pretend I stayed
Please don't go
Sometimes I wish that I could block
All of the lanes of traffic
Sometimes I wish that I was just
A bit more charismatic
Sometimes I wish that I could be locked
Up in the attic
With all my secrets
Static and charged
I'm too old
Last night while we slept you didn't
Move a muscle
I thought that you were dead
Pumped your heart until it shuffled
Your fingers in the bed
Your feet under the covers
So let's bury our faces in the pillows