i can't be expected to know
or smell it,
to sense the fever
with this calculated distance
stealing ice from your glass
just to be close to you
i won't pretend to understand
or carry these heavy stones
strapped across my back anymore
when it aches in all the wrong places
sugar high
crashing low
but still so many miles to go
when i am not allowed to speak
because my words chip away at your layers
jelly underneath
sweet and sticky
oozing between my joints
sugar high
crashing low
but still so many miles to go
so just let me speak...
