Switches avoiding fingers, airing a world premiere   Wnowing the guilt that we bring in the room, sleeping doesn't come easy   Lying awake, waiting on you. if it is perfect, try it   It will never be enough, for just a touch   Faction guilty hands with cursive words ready for flight   Crash and burn, crash and burn, crashing and burning   We dilate the red and worship with a crown, I cannot be the same   Truly I knew you would rain insomnia now, take without sound   But it's raining tonight, pouring circles down my window   It's raining grace   I don't want my body to smell like a process    I can get used to grace