god damn, we are such a fucking mess apart.
our crooked legs are just trying to get by.
everyone notices. every asks those questions.
you know how those questions go.

look at the silly shakes our fingers make.
i can't hold my glasses of water anymore,
and you have to start wearing glasses again:
you can't seem to keepa  steady hand to put your eye contacts in.

call it whatever you want, but i call them withdrawals.
i can't help but love you
just like i can't help but hate macaroni and cheese.
it comes so natural that it confuses everyone else.