the femur

yday; ots

I wanna fly

Got no wings, don’t ask why

Sometimes I get confused; where are the winds beneath your shoes

This ain’t hellish: what I wanna do

I find it hard to believe, you’re hanging on every word I speak

Like a goddamn puppy

Oh, but roles, reversed; we’re still the same

All your words are engraved

In the back of my brain

Everybody’s on my mind

And it’s hard to think so clearly

I wonder what it feels like

For someone that I love to rub

Lotion on my back

On my terms, on my skin, on my smile