Always, I've loved the way you struggle to say my name.
I know remembering it was only ever half the problem,
You swirled it around in your mouth like the sour vinegar fermenting behind your wardrobe.
You need me like you needed your appendix and your other kidney.
I've got a sickly sweet idea that involves you and me and half a bottle of whiskey.
Been saving up for days now, just so I could take you out.
Missed quite a few meals so you can feel my ribs as I press against you because I saw how skinny the old me was.
Her name was something quite, quite different. She had some exotic feel. I've got nothing to compete except a flask with your name on it and all the feelings in the world.
I'll breathe into that paper bag to keep your lungs from collapsing.
I know I packed your sandwiches in it and I spread the jam on only one side to spare the bread from getting soggy but I know you'll never look at me and read me like you read her book.
I've got quite a different look but a handful of cherry blossom just fell into my lap
And I'm taking all the flower sap to bake you a cake in the spring time.
I can hear your heart as I lean upon your chest,
But can you even feel mine?
The river, well it just keeps on flowing and it seems to have no choice, sometimes I think it's thankful to the boulders that form some sort of challenge, something out of the ordinary to save it from indifference.
I tell you, I know that feeling. You can be my boulder any day, for now I'd just be happy if you stayed.
As you float away just know that every breath's for you.
