We stepped into a corner store.
To escape a wind chill with more teeth than we had eyes.
Walking through the aisles
Picking out tall boys of malt liquor to keep our flesh warm
Wilson Phillips through a blown out speaker
Just open your heart and mind
Is it really fair for feel this way
A neon lit store, day old chicken fingers under heat lamps
And I wish I could crawl inside you
To stay warm
Don't look directly at me.
I can't see your face.
Even in silhouette
This worlds beauty
Is to sharp for me to swallow
Without edges cutting
My thin skin.
Let me in.