i touched your body a thousand times
without intent
but i guess i never really touched your heart
stealing back my arms, i cant choke without them
if everything is alright, why cant i breathe?
think back, movement doesn t mean change
its just added space

you owe me, you promised me
what i was taking as a hug was you crushing me

i'm the spit in your shine
and you'll run too what you worry about
i'm not so sure
and you'll talk back and i'm not suppose to
but i'll come back with a response
spit on your children