Here we are agian. buried in my sheets. your fingers are whispers saying the softest things to every inch of my skin. and even asleep, these eyes of yours seem to keep me on my toes. they just swallow me whole. and this gift you left for me is one to put me to sleep in such a way that i would never want to wake agian. 'cause we're so good at what we do. with our arms crossed, and our fingers locked- we work like perfect puzzle pieces. cut right and formed to fit. but its so diffrent when i know you've gone. so take me quietly and i'll leave this body behind me. oh these rythms of mine are so inconsistant anyway. just one gasp, and i'll be gone. 'cause i dont ever want to wake agian, so just leave the lights of tonight. and i'll use this air as rope to drag myself up through my throat. 'cause i get so caught, i get so choaked up anway with any thought of you. those looks you through level me