you walk to the park as the setting sun and sit as a stone til the day is done you build us a house from sticks and shrubs and huddle inside til i come home there's a saying where i come from no mistake is truly wrong as the hole in my heart is where you fit your casual limbs inside my ribs
for the first time i can feel tonight for the happiness of being twice
i'm razor-like in half-sleep you can save me from the throes of winter nights in summer clothes you can have my life, my rose for feathers and hallways
and you always find me here