You talked last night
after nearly a year of holding everything in.
The words poured out like Niagara Falls.
So I closed my eyes
and I held my breath
and I made the decision
that by the time I released it, I'd know what I wanted,
And I'd start getting there.
So on the way to Canada,
I started to care.
On the way to New Mexico,
I will hold my hand over your mouth
so no fingernails and no cigarettes can get in -
they're the only sign of your nerves,
and you made it past eighteen,
I want to help you past twenty three.
I can't express how much you helped me.
You talked last night,
and it made me love you more than I thought I could.