the back of your hand
When u give it up for gone,but ur still digging in the mind,and ur stareing out the window saying everything will be just fine,keeping with the whole affair every word seems out of line,no matter what angle u get its polised till it shines,u take a guess where I stand. When u say who the hell am I living with,what just went down,where did this come from why all my colors faded brown,when did it change,what's with the rage,who's the dude with the extra roll,with the verse,the line,the chapter,the page,u take a guess,where I stand. U think ur loves not got any place left to go. I think u need one of those kisses,long and slow. First glance is not what it seems. But there's some things that I just know,like u take two sugars with a splash of cream,then take a guess,where I stand,pick a number,12,then take a look at the back of ur hand,just like u know it,u know me too.
Someone who is honest and true