Cringe

Wide eyed. Knee deep in surprise.

Just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees.

Your stand-by flight has just arrived.

Tongue-tied, bleeding from your eyes.

Even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars.

While you're counting sheep,

I'll count my lucky stars.

You were the last good thing I ever saw.

I lost it all.

I lost it all.

Burned out on 2 hours of shut-eye.

Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours.

Headwind, cold rain to wake me.

You were the last good thing I ever saw.