She’s Real Slow With It. I’m Cold and I’m Tired. In the Process, I’ll Rethink My Life. I’ll Cry for the Future.

A late night look into a window, one where you see disco lights down allies. I can sense a fog lifting. It can't come fast enough. When will it be my time, or has my time already gone unnoticed ? Carry me home, but you can't and you won't. I'm scared of two islands. I know we have places to be. Smiles to share. Looking back in shame at some (3) scribbles from my heart. I can't even laugh at them. What began as dreams built on toy blocks and a few glances. Carry on. My fingers fit into the grooves of my face. Push it around and play with it like putty. Massage it as I will. Tear apart it's pain 'til it droops and goes numb. Far away from here I'll find you. Glistening as to ward off my fears. My falling face can piece itself together. Do not judge me then. Do not judge me now. Love me as friend.