You say the things I hate are the things that I defend. I just don’t want to see how I’ve lost touch again. Of all the beautiful things, I was only trying hard to forget. But suggesting the bloom was only tied to an end.
Now I can see all the feeling return to my hands. I’d put in for leave, was on retreat, but the opening’s/tourniquet’s here. Now I’m alone in an all new and surprising way but I’m not afraid to see you.