The Contours
Michael Thomas Kinsella
THE CONTOURS
Lies and vanity
My worsts got the best of me
It appears that I've lost everything
Red wine and tangled teeth
I'm having a hard time putting words on things
I'm not sure I'll ever get over the contours of a shyness that never sleeps
Or the pain that took them from me
I'm in therapy and she's in therapy
Turns out all the answers are just questions for next weeks sessions
I'm not sure I'll ever get over the contours of a shyness that never sleeps
Or the pain that brought you back to me
Do you mind if I stare?
Or if I put my hands here?
Can I call you mine for one more night?