chin, love Purged a poem I swore was finished Heaping lines half chewed unconscious Settle on a plot, chalk another loss Stage set for Breathing and choking on swallowed conversations Clutching and
Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign. Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young. Always
And when you thought you were done for I pulled through While you rested your eyes In the driver's seat I sat and watched you Always the first one on
