one person who can pull the nails out of my wooden planks.with fire hands and a rolled tounge.i have been left/stuck on a planet you wouldn.t imagine,knee deep in the factory sludge,waiting for my overalls to be overcome.and like riding in the backseat of a car when you are too little to see above the window ledge...all i can see is your distant star.bright and so far away and so constant.no matter how far i spin from your heart no matter how much weight i gleam from the world.it is static that won.t leave me alone in the dark.keep s me safe.