Who Do You Touch - Left Front Tire

Who do you touch?

Who do you touch when you dream of me or do you think of me at all?

What do you see?

What do you see when the lights go out or do you just stare at the dark?

I’m running away 'cause here I can no longer stay, you’ve already taken to much

from me.

Release me from memory and tell me the road gets easier from here.

I’ll be by my side and do it the hard way.

I’m standing… withstanding and hoping my thoughts don’t overwhelm me.

But take… take it instead, this shell from my head and wash those stupid waves

goodbye.

What do you do?

What do you do now that you don’t have me?

Do late night promises suffice?

What would it be like?

What would it be like if you never had to think of me at all?

So take my advice but make it a surprise 'cause you’ve already taken so much

from me.