 my kind by michael ray it isn t that you don t provide it s more you choosing to forget to tell me that you d had a few too many seemed much better as his couch was free to wait until i d given up and gone to bed before you tiptoed in and woke me you seem intent on staring at the floor in this early morning gloom is there something in your eye a fading light perhaps and that smell is that my kind on your skin  issue 2 michael ray 