Walking away from your old stoop My pockets full of change and all my Minds are through My head is as clear as the sky Though an indigo that flows Between my limbs and leaves me dry You change the color of my skin The sharper the air gets The more I tend to squint as if I've lost my eyes Looking for places to belong Sunday afternoon will leave you Staring down the line You change the color of my skin As the pattern gets subtle Being swept along no longer is enough Simulacrum Where you'll find me now Check beneath your furrowed brow We unbinded now Till I meet you in the sky And in the end could we undo The blue in you and me that seemed to follow Close behind Remember the way that you used to Loosen all the rules in me And then you lost your mind You change the color of my skin