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.