these are the ways you make me feel

these are the ways you make me feel.

the world is drowning, and the last key is on my tongue.
the phrasing of your words reminds me of home.
fingers on my spine turn out my rhythm.

these are the ways you make me feel.

your hands are sandpaper, and my chest is pine.
every pulled whisper on rewind.
you're counting change, asking god for more minutes
and i'm tapping the time.

these are the ways you make me feel.

i start looking for you in religious texts
and my eyes see in color again.
i'm not buying tool kits in the hope of screwing my head on straight.
the world's no longer turning.

these are the ways you make me feel.

hot baths.
heart attacks.
alliteration.
forgetting punctuation.

sea salts.
1950's malts.
cliche rhymes.
keeping up with the times.

these are the ways you make me feel.
these are the ways you make me feel.