I don't need to lose weight.
But I feel myself becoming light in your love, possible in zero gravity, hardly being able to grasp the reality--are you really mine?
When I open my baby fists, the nothing I've been holding so tightly suddenly morphs into the figure of a boy, it is you, tall and taking up all the space in my mind
Do I stand a chance
When the girl whose hand you held in the night is right behind you
Will I catch you before her
You are so sensitive love, I hope you don't fall apart before I get to caress you
