Cringe

Wide eyed, knee deep in surprise

Just below your thighs, the temperature drops 5 degrees

Your standby flight has just arrived

Tongue tied, bleeding from your eyes

Even Christ Himself would cringe at the sight of your scars

While you're counting sheep, I'll count my lucky stars

You were the last good thing I ever saw

And I lost it all, I lost it all

Burned out on 2 hours of shut eye

Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours

Headwind, cold rain to wake me

You were the last good thing I ever saw