Slip under
my skin, my armor,
my toys, my words,
be my eyes, my pride
I lie like an expert
and love like no one.
You are the voice I wish I could have
the messiest doorway I don’t have to duck under
because something in me knows
how many times I’ve been through it,
it’s late and this song is for you.
I don’t know how long
it will take me to sing,
I don’t know how tall
everything I give you stands.
Dying is easy-
it’s living that scares me to death.