All the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to your skin- and i'm getting older as my hair goes white and i can not light up the dark. and all the violent waves- the violent waves. i haven't left the house in 100 years- and you haven't left yours in 100 hours- and we can't keep our hands out of our own mouths- see the horrible habits we acquire. and all the rawest thumbs- from gnawing on them and rowing hard- you're a nervous wreck- i'm a nervous wreck- you're a nervous wreck. and oh my stomach burns but only at night when the moon is bright- and i have dreams about bears with the reddest mouths but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped around. and the sound of your heart- the unsteady sound- i will slow it down.