can i lay broken in your arms?
is this the place to do it?
have i crushed all charm?
or are you wading through it?
i'm not myself here you see
a ghostly departure
of what i used to be
a cage in the places
where i once flew free
a change in the pace
of natural sincerity
these snapshots and stabs
aren't really me
is it okay?
does it drive the tenderness away?
does it catapult your plan to stay?
more clouds
than you'll ever know
more shrowds
then i'll ever show
teach me how to dance through it
