Oh my hands which hold this face
make this grasp a tight embrace.
Walking feet don’t lose your pace
you’ve been so slow but won this race.
Hello Heart you’re a bumbling mess,
I'm beat when you beat out of my chest.
Conversations that don’t exist between my brain and all these passages
when all I want to be is the hard-hearted man you’ll never see again.
Oh my skin what a mess you’re in
but it’s hard to know where to begin.
In 20 years you’ve changed three times,
I can’t afford to lose this life tonight.
Hello bones so skinny and frail,
which move so slow and taste so stale