Hold my hand, baby please.
Your skin
against.
Battle with me. Course the skys and
maybe we can cheers on the weekends.
Bumpers and junk. I'm okay with that.
Trying to get back where, you know. Ya kno?
Different ways. I know I'm not a kid or a kid at heart,
but could you hold my hand?
I don't want it, I need it. It's been hard. Difficulty comes
when I expect least
and the seasons are changing and I looked both ways
so please, hold my goddamn hand
while my other peels and eats an orange
and it goes down my shirt.
