I can’t feel my feet, walking in the evening cold. Try a little harder without waking all the neighbors up. You can leave it here all night, but you’ll never take me seriously: because you know how I’ve been caught, and you barely rescue me.
Sleeping here for weeks, sleeping in your rocking chair. How can you get caught up in anything if you’re not there? You said it on accident, and I’m sorry if I’m difficult to read, but you know how I’ve been caught, and you barely rescued me.
We know you’ve come too far to be standing here with me.
I’ve been breathing in for several seconds more, explaining there won’t be much for you to see, but you’re hustling.