Cold Hands

His card came with a multiple choice

His last name and the sound of his voice

Saying 'come with me'

And then he stood over me

My eyes raise to fix on his own

Half awake and rubbed into focus

But I see

And I'm ready

'Cause we're sitting as we are

No need to be false

Majestic in our glory

And endearing in our faults

I've many

I've many

Like my dramatised reactions only when its small

Gasping at the sound of wind closing the door

Like my towel on your rail that finds its way onto your bed

Like the fact I'm always putting stupid songs into your head

Like my tendency to spill and get chocolate everywhere

On your many jumpers that happen to disappear

Like the flit of my emotion and the flail of my career

Knotted together and sleeping sound amidst my fears

Like the fact that I view myself as a project

Like the millions of typos in my texts

Like my failure to indicate or free the handle bars

Like the Taylor that haunts me 'cause I never learnt guitar

Like how I make you, when winter stands

Surrender your body to my cold hands

My cold Hands

My cold hands

My cold hands

My cold hands

Like my cold hands

My cold hands

My cold hands

My cold hands