Cringe

Wide eyed
Knee deep in surprise
Just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees
Your stand-by 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
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