I look at you and see

all the things I won't allow myself to be

and think: you ought to change

I know you feel it

we both grow short, and sad

But when I lift my eyes and meet myself

you grow tall and fall in love

and ask me for this dance

 

 

 

I wish to have this book

printed on paper

an actual book

So I could put my face in the middle of it

and sleep like I don't have things to do