I am called back to this place with pipes and broken glass like I am called back to you.
Differing reasons, similar feelings.
Being with you makes me want to go outside.
I look for any reason to head out the door now–
Whatever excuse I can find to move my body,
To keep moving my body,
To keep moving my body.
I move close to you.
I move under you.
I move with you.
Pipes and broken glass in alleys. Warmth and running out of the house at night–
All of these reminders that I am alive.