You enter- i should be more like you.
Yet I am all nerves and knots. You are a gift. A souvenir.
I pray a little more...I am half -praying... and [you're so] perfect...

I have a little, a little, a little more.

Snippets from "Limited Access"
Rappel

and yesterday you said...

more in an endearing and joking way, to my endless tossing and turning -

"i feel like i'm holding on to a tornado, trying to make it stop twisting and spinning..."

as if you could find any more symbolic way of putting it.