Deranged

Can you taste me on your tongue
As my senses start to run
My scent becomes my vision
My touch is now what listens

I'll give up the sunshine
If you make it worth my time
The night has strayed and left me lonely
I need your arms to make me homely

Winter's fleeting, winter's fickle
Payed off summer with only nickels
Warm like green tea, soothes my soul
love like yours to fill a hole

so empty
and still so full
irony
stings my veins
empathy
so deranged
where are you?