my dirty, spinning mind has tumbled out of control
i've been waiting for it to hit me:
i want this. i want to be better.
but the ball swings toward my face
and then quickly
drops away
you were the flash of sun, burning hot
gristle
strong arms, weak in the knees
now i'm left alone
and i want it to hit me
who the fuck am i?
i thought i knew
but i realized somehow that i defined myself with you
