i wish i could write
hot to the touch and racing for the surface cynacism not pessimism empathy not sympathy i try to walk around in you when we dance i make sure every foot knows where its going so at 3/4 full the process slows the emotions level off and youre left with a drowned lung a boiled heart and a brain simmering with concern who knows when will what does why can where should how do i make you stop questioning the feelings you are a part of me like rooney and garland we float across the floor envious theyre desperate to make our soles touch the ground even if they succeed our souls remain midair you should be proud