you have pulled the confession out of me
where does sadness live?
I feel like there’s a hole above my collar bone
sadness creeping in a place I didn't know existed
you place your hand on my mind
you placed your hand on my heart
Don’t let yourself loose me
you are a range in which I run
no feeling is final
give me your hand
walking beneath the darkening ground
you’re overcasting shadows
but I can move in them
Stretch a little more
be comfortable in your seat.