second (third) try.

[azngirl]

i'm a late night bird
and when the sun shines on your roof
i'm going blind

i've never been good at love
so i mask my songs in metaphors
and hope to god you'll find them cool

you're a warm wind
blowing on this frigid face of mine

make my frozen fingers
play through these mistakes
and when i'm done these calloused hands will feel smooth

i'm not polished yet
let me forget
all these regrets i'm clinging to

these scattered lines
make the time stretch out for miles around

i look to you
if you look back, i'm running fast
and all the things i planned to say are leaving too

i back down and i back down
and you

all that i can't say
ineloquent, inadequate, dismay
i can only pray
that you can't say the same things too

i'm a morning kiss
and when the night falls on your face
i bide my time

this affection's a ticking clock
and my head grows full of restless thoughts
til all i want is you

spite crawls away, shit falls away
and you
only you
there's only you