i touched your body a thousand times   without intent   but i guess i never really touched your heart   stealing back my arms, i cant choke without them   if everything is alright, why cant i breathe?   think back, movement doesn’t mean change   its just added space      you owe me, you promised me   what i was taking as a hug was you crushing me      i'm the spit in your shine   and you'll run too what you worry about   i'm not so sure   and you'll talk back and i'm not suppose to   but i'll come back with a response   spit on your children