wheres the glass im breaking, honey
im just tryna dance
different drums. play counterpoint.
keep steady beat above the noise.
or at least the best we can.
i dig how your pieces
cut my lips a bit
as i try to take 'em in.
how much more fun it was
til he figured out
how much of her
got stained on hands and skin
in the swollensweethickeyesclosedark
whispers of danger beneath the wet
but i cant seem to show you, babe
that i aint got no weapons.
touch hot
hearts good
hell with the other stuff
hard pressed, fresh starched sheets
stacked and muffling perfectly good sound.
found the wrong side
of the rebel fire
that i had to love to touch
go.
out to your deserts.
your own way to find it.
you know i love the way you look
i think i mispronounce your heart.
not sure what you heard
but all i said
was "baby, how you shine."