Slow down tornado,
I want to sit down.
I can't seem to count right,
I keep spinning around.
There are kisses on my shoulder,
ghosts under my skin.
The right contact releases
what I've for so long hid.

It's not like they don't know,
I guess I'm still ashamed.
I fell in a hole
while reciting the verses, speaking the name.
Yeah, I know I was happy.
I was caught in a breeze.
But reality hits like a brick
when the cool winds cease.


I want to go back to bed.