This Time

I'm not sure how to say this,
I like the rough rash against my cheek
don't worry love
I was always imperfect.

The way my knuckles crack
the most satisfying sound
in the room
I stared directly into the sun, love
and it was beautiful
to not see a thing.

Well, the world is laid out before us now
the glamour of opportunity
rolled out like a carpet
like a tightrope
I don't think I brought the right shoes
this time.