can you look at me?
can you look into my eyes and promise that when the train comes
you’ll move?
when the ground starts slipping away beneath your feet
you’ll notice and it won’t just be another tuesday for you?
what i’m saying is that i love you
and sometimes i think that you drive too fast in the rain.
what i’m saying is that i’d like to hold your hand
and tell you that everything is going to be okay.
what i’m saying is that i’ll make you tea
when your throat is sore,
and i’ll light a fire
when you can’t feel your fingers anymore.
but can you look at me?
can you promise me this?
when that train comes,
refuse death’s kiss.