Cringe

Wide eyed Knee deep in surprise Just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees Your stand-by flight has just arrived Tongue-tied bleeding from your eyes Even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars While you're counting sheep I'll count my lucky stars You were the last good thing I ever saw I lost it all I lost it all Burned out on 2 hours of shut-eye Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours Headwind cold rain to wake me You were the last good thing I ever saw