Shell

you make me smile when you say
that you make everything wrong in this world go away.
you change the skies away from black to sunny grey.
you make everything okay.

not much to say
in any special way
and though i know that i don't matter much
and still i hope someday you'll keep in touch.

you make me violent when you say
you make me think about the myriad games we play
and though i know you're near it seems my world's gone black
you make everything stay the same