Travel Map

My lungs were hanging heavy
And my neck was swollen shut
I was keeping it together
Like a real man must

Shaking hands from drinking
Tired eyes from sleep
Deprived over the course
Of the past several weeks

I was talking to a girl
With a view on the world
As ragged as my jacket
And as narrow as the words

I fed to her and hoped she'd see
The man I'd hid beneath
Tender as a traveler
That offered up to her

To use my back
As a travel map
You could dig your fingers in the places
You would like to go

You could undress your hair
And be naked
Only for me
And nobody else

Let your tongue
Have wanderlust
Let it seal my skin
Like an envelope must

Be sent away
Towards better days
When you will laugh
At all my desperate praise

The coffee in this place
Must be fucking laced
I feel like I might puke
And I can't concentrate

On the who the what when where and how
And lips that rested on
My shoulder only days before
When i thought that we were strong

I know I was pushing harder
Than any laborer on earth
Lifting with my back
And just begging to get hurt

Submerge it all in water
And let the ink bleed out
Our locations slowly fading
As desire turns to doubt