don’t let me hold it,
I will break it in half.
don’t seek me for refuge I’m a mirror waiting to crack.
if I were you I’d walk out now while you still have the chance,
while we are still young.
I will mail you your sweaters and boots,
discard the rest that you left in this room.
in time my body will age and you’d desire it even more I know but we are so young.
don’t let me have it,
I will never give it back.
the wait will be worth it if you can bear the grip.
if I were you I’d walk out now while you still can react,
while we are still young.