I will softly pull away. In this broken beautiful mess I've made. And in the dead and quiet I will slowly fade. In this masterpiece I made. . I'll burn out and slip away.
I got a new disease in me. I got a friend that's losing sleep. I take it hard, it's hard to take. I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake. . One more confession, discretion's not what I need to sell.
First it comes on quiet creeping slow. Clever words and phrases only stain. I remain so lost and buried. Under everything that I need. When all I want is you.