Weight - Jarrod Gorbel

Illegible lines on flashing yellow signs

Catch our headlights every few moments

Like flipping cars in a classic Rolodex

Blinding light from the oncoming traffic

Tearing down the mountainside

You don’t have to let this go

You don’t have to let this go

Sitting in my lap, collapse sideways into spoons

Our limbs interlock, one body’s sleeping soon

Puzzle pieces so complimentary

Cradle your stomach, pull you as close as we can be

You always fall before me

You don’t have to let this go

You don’t have to let this go

Searching through you for any signs of authenticity

Testing your wit, measuring your ability

To juggle and then comprehend

This endless stream of sarcasm

I’ll soon relieve you

You don’t have to let this go

You don’t have to let this go

If you’re done already, I’ll miss you

If you’re done already, done already, I’ll miss you

Searching through you for any signs of authenticity

Testing your wit, measuring your