i am that shred of innocence that you can only find under 3 am street lights.
the kind you find when you think all is lost.
the kind that can save you.
i am kind, oh i am kind.


but that doesnt mean you can take a step closer. 
dont you know im getting older?
no one said im completely healed. 
i still dont remember how to feel. 
approach so slow, i wont go anywhere. 
drown me in your curious stare. 
distance between us, closing in. 
will this be the beginning or end? 
between us, only inches to go
should i dash back to my home?
but a home and a house cant be confused
breathing you in, ive got nothing to lose.
when there is nothing, i can only win.
can you read my eyes screaming"let me in, oh let me in."
as the street lights turn off, and the morning begins. 

and i was kissing away the whisps of my last eighteen years under moonlight shadows casting shapes up and down our milky white skin. it was comfortable, being there. my legs tangled up into the spaces between yours. my head buried into your chest. Didnt matter how hot it was in that room. Ill never complain about you turning off the fan and bringing that ridiculous heater four feet away from the bed, then tucking us under a wool blanket. My skin may have been cascading with perspiration, but that was all irrelevant. tomorrow was coming far too soon.