I'll paint your name with my eyes

Because my fingers are busy with thinking,

I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say

But perhaps you'll understand this

I'll be the books that you've forgot you love
And i'll be the lover that'll end up forgetting you

I'll be the thoughts in your mouth,

And the sensations in your hand that won't leave your body because you never write them down.

And I say this with my hands,

Because these words come directly from my fingers,

For they type before my head can understand what I feel...