Pat the Bunny - Don't chicken out (pt 2)

I sit still with lightning for a head. I sleep like a rock with spiders in my bed. I eat the dirt to learn about the land. I wave goodbye with nothing for a hand. And I breathe in terror for oxygen. I swear I'm sitting at a bus stop next to a demon. Then I breathe out nothing of consequence. I do it again, until I can manage a greeting. And it's very unfortunate that we just can't run from anything, because if we could, I think I would run from this. And it's very unfortunate that we can't really make each other feel better, because if we could, then I'd give you a kiss and that would be it.