17. Bed And Understated 330 am

Everyday 
is the same
but I still wait

and I'm not 
staying still
but I still wait

I'm not hiding 
my scars
they're just
too deep in
to be seen

If you put your hand
over my chest
one more time
you will feel

You may think
I'm gone
but I'm not

I never left
I never will

Because our strings
are so tangled up
in this beautiful mess
that nothing 
can undo

You may think 
you heard my voice
in the next aisle
at the supermarket

You may think
you've just seen me
in the shadow
of a passer-by

You may think
you felt my hand
on your shoulder
while waiting on a line

Inside me
it's still
raining in lo-fi

Until I see
the sun
shinning
through
your smile

Clearing
strangers out
between the 
clouds

at the end 
of this cliff
again