Being alone with my thoughts is a dangerous game. But nightly I play, till I've had all I can take. Because this bed seems so big,. Without the touch of someone so easily replaced.
The night rolls on like the beat of a drum. It goes bang, bang, bang. Til the morning comes. I'm screaming at the sun just to feel this. Just to feel this, just to feel.
Slow down my chest can't keep up. With the rate that you're moving. Now we're moving. . Deeper and deeper. Now we're falling. Faster and faster. There's nothing left.