Sandwich

作词 : Christopher Henry

I’m often on my feet,

standing in the kitchen,

cooking a grilled cheese

Burn it black.

I’m collapsed on the bed,

drying my eyes in the pillow,

wondering why I always

mess it up.

Oh.

I forgot

to flip it.

The sun settles behind the buildings.

A shadow unlocks and comes through my window

to heal me.

It takes my hair

and puts it behind my ear,

leans in to whisper,

“I am the same as you.”

The same!

Oh.