Sheltering by asking if she's young too
I suppose my mind works against you
Sweltering Trying something new
I picked you up That doesn't mean I like you
The weather does strange things to old bones
I've seen too many winters, he says
Outstretched hands, feeling sick, inadequate
I'm shades of what I used to be
I've come to know myself too well
I've come to know that it scares me
Leave who you've become on the floor
By forgotten things you don't need anymore
You're home