Cringe

Wide eyed, knee deep in surprise

Just below your thighs, the temperature drops 5 degrees

Your standby flight has just arrivedTongue 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 starsYou were the last good thing I ever saw

And I lost it all, I lost it allBurned out on 2 hours of shut eye

Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours

Headwind, cold rain to wake meYou were the last good thing I ever saw