You shrink yourself into your notebook,
and leave nothing behind, but some confused metaphor,
stained with coffee, and gritted with sand.
I'll find you struck by song,
and dissolve to sing with you.
My body is this chord.
I wish it were the other one.
'Cause it feels too cold
to keep you warm.
If you don't love me,
I'll leave you alone.
If you don't want me,
then I'll go home.
I live in the first verse,
setting the scene.
You pace round the second,
plotting a route to get to the ending.
Or we could stay here, over and over.
I'll lay next to you in the coda.
I wrapped myself in light,
so I could draw shapes in the shadows
of your face.
When I showed you the mirror,
you saw the hand covering your eyes.
I wrapped myself in ivy,
and it dragged me into the dirt,
and made a home of my body.
I'm born from myself again.
Go back, go back, go back...
When this is over,
we'll fade out.
I'm wide open,
dancing for you
on the remains of a crash.
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