Can I just be soft with you?
I don't want to feel this weight anymore, this crushing pressure on my chest.
Your body is soft and my hands are cold and I just want something warm
warm to melt against.
She falls off the bed
or was she pushed?
I am easier to blame.
But the sky opens up when she speaks
in a sunrise of pain.
Make me soft, the world is too sharp
and you are lovely and warm.