twenty

put your hands inside of my pocket
I'll keep them warm

i keep you up with my screaming and shouting
restlessly turning with playful intentions

i felt you in my life before i ever met you
you were always there but never came close enough

now you're right next to me, now i can smile

'it's not real.'
'what about the killers?'
'I've got soul but I'm not a soldier.'