I reach out my hand for your weight to balance me,
It is quite a shock when that weight forces me down.
I tiptoe so lightly around our wooden floors,
I am frightened when I hear you tramp on them.
I am hearing a story of a kid at school that badly burnt their hand,
I am hoping that they won’t notice the mark on mine.
Our apartment has so many rooms,
Tonight, I am hoping you won’t sneak into mine