(my) skin is inches thick and cold er than sin. (your) hands are metres wide and warm er than virtue. (my) bones are breaking cities and shoulders of friends. (your) fingers are building mountains and families of thousands. [ha ha ha.]

your skin was perfect porcelain, breakable ivory. you blushed. your hair was the color of the childhood my friends had. you were wearing that stupid jacket. your hands rolled. you stood just close enough. i never said it was okay. i would've said no. i would have, i would have.

Your bad weather. You are bad weather. I never dream I'm touching you. I never dream, I'm touching you. He said it was cute, it made me look like Ringo. He couldn't think of another word for destruction. And it's okay, it's okay, because his feet are tired. He's catching up. He's caught up. He's surpassed us. How do you feel about that? I want you to know that it -