here I am again
a new day a new decade / still asking you to
shape me or pull me over
invest in me like you’ve seen tomorrow
I might hold you like that
too tightly
suffocate or breathe for the first time
unless you let me in your door
crashing the party with all of my sorries
I break words like we used to break bread
offer me a guest room / I might stay for a year or two
offer me attention I might confess love on the spot
I might break you like that
too gently
touch you like praying hands
before running you over
if only in my head
before I realize / I’m the one in your pocket
I was always eating alone
I’m the one on the ground