This is me lying down, feet first.
This is you tightening that belt for perfection.
This is me kicking that chair,
Out from underneath your feet.
I've never seen you look so beautiful

You can find me playing hopescotch.
Where my mind will type,
And my heart will pour out.
Pour onto the paved sidewalk,
Where you smear my chalk with your walking feet.
Type on the keyboard,
Where my fingers die.
You'll find me there, throwing that rock.
One
Two
Hopscotch.