You come to me in pieces, dark eyes full with sleep.   You come to me in pieces and full with drink.      Just take your hands from your mouth and give them to me.   I've pulled the light from the room and wrapped it around you.   We'll shut the windows that make the sounds,   shut the windows to keep them out.      Nothing outside   nothing outside is mine, so   nothing outside can harm me, this is fine.      The angels still protect me; they don't show much anymore.   Except for you in the form of a beautiful thing,   watching me.      You pulled the blue from the room and wrapped it around me   You're busy crossing streets,   I'm mourning something sweet that hasn't left   but hasn't come back yet.      There is an egg, the egg is round.   There is a need to send myself down.   With sweat,    and breath,    and folds in my brow.