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I don't remember the words

I just remember the way your lungs screamed for air

Until I agreed to run with you

Weaving through cracks in the street

Like weaving my fingers through the cracks in your hands

We ran right into traffic

We ran right out of our souls

I don't remember how the first burn felt

I just remember that our freedom was like candy

Our bare feet scorched on the pavement like a sore tooth

We brushed it off, filled the cavities in our feet with porcelain callus

Refused to come down from the sugar high

We ran right through our flesh

Right out of daylight

And far away from home

Before the shadows we once stood in for shelter

Became the very shadow that robbed us of eyes

You told me that if I let go of your thumb

Just for a while

You could use it to build us a new shelter

You told me that our hands would find each other again

But you gave your thumb to someone else

I still wonder if she saw me standing behind you

One hitchhiker is company

Two is just a crowd

The sharp rocks in the gravel flatten now

Underneath the thickness of my memories

Cement has long since lodged into my bones

I'm still walking

Trying to find my way back home

I hope you feel safe hiding behind your seatbelt

But these very rocks will pierce through your illusions

Rob the air from your rubber lungs

I hope it hits you one day like the headlights that blind my direction

The traffic may knock me over but

My spine is stronger now

My spine is stronger now

But so stiff