Barbacue food is good you invite me out to eat it i should, go but i'm feeling kinda nervous and not quite myself so im running late on purpose and i know this won't help how things have become between us if i go you'll give me help and that i don't know how to fix it is making me unwell
But, i arrive at your house but you've just got up and you are wearing a towel and your eyes look dark i help to dry your body and i see your cut so i give you a plaster and we cover it up i say have you been crying and you say shut up so we sit in the garden and touch grass with our hands
The sun is going down now and it's been okay you tell me all the things you did while i was away, and this worries me so much you say your fine
Listen, can you hear it? if you speak, will i feel it? will it hurt? and i knew it i dont know?