spinning

do I make you nervous?
or are you just craving body heat?
because I know your nights are lonely and your bed feels big and cold,
but summer's almost over and the fall is rolling in
on breezes soft with liquor and smoke from old cigarettes
so cheer up honey cause this place isn't so bad
you're just used to something different and you hate feeling this sad

"if I told you that I loved you would you reach out and touch me?"
because I know all you want is something to touch that vaguely reminds you of the happiness you once believed in,
but you're hanging out on some pedestal I built especially for you
and if you tried to touch me from there you'd just fall and your bones would rot

do you crave the heat next to you in bed when you lie awake and the smell of metal and the taste of sweat and the sound of the wind let you realize that you are so alone you want to dance naked with strangers until you explode from exhaustion? do you miss the sound of breathing when you wake at 4 in the morning scared she's gone again? but this time she's gone for good
her train left at 5 in the morning and by then you'd gone back to sleep
safe and sound
she's headed to france indefinitely
but she was inspired by you
you wanted to wait around and plan; that is not the kind of girl she was.
is.
and i'm trying to pick up your pieces, but i'm trying not to fall in love