Did I hallucinate? I'm afraid I might be losing my mind. I feel it escalate. Nothing seems familiar anymore. Before, I was as sharp as a cactus leaf. Now I can't see the lamppost for the trees. Did I hallucinate? I thought I saw you falling out of love with me.

And I turn to stone... hanging on to it.

I'm like an Eskimo. I've carved my whole life from ice. (and I hate the snow) My blood runs colder every day. If you stay, will you heat the water slowly til I turn to stone?

Til I turn to stone,
Hanging on to it.