What would make you feel okay?
I can hold you like a
Sick bird, but I might
Throw you in the river
Because the way you
Talk makes me feel like
I may not be around tomorrow
Like if I call you and leave a message
It will travel into space
And won’t stop until it hits
A comet or the moon
And then you won’t understand
What I’m talking about
When I say I left you a message
About the reasons I like you
And why you should stay
With a person that talks
To the moon.
