Fingertips trace his veins
Spider webs of blue road maps lie in his skin
No turning back
He's pacing the floors of his tiny apartment
He wishes his windows were taller so that he could
Fall in a bed made of clouds and forgotten dreams
But you don't know
Who you are yet, honey
You don't know who you are
Break every promise
You made to yourself about who you would be
Burn the road maps inside of your skin
Then, honey
Maybe someday you will figure out who you are