let's stop for a second and take a breath; it seems we only feel when we've got so much left i know i'm not usually one to speak but sometimes it feels like we won't last another week arguing then joking about our futures, it's not that i don't care because it's quite clear that sometimes i actually do it's not as if the situation is serious it is not the way you may think it seems it has never been about the absence of a lover, but more about the knowledge that the kill isn't felt by me and the fear that someday it will all be left behind it's not like it was much anyway.
and in the end we'll all be to blame.
but a guilty conscience is never what i had in mind i'd change everything that's happened if i could just go back in time i've had no sleep and i'm running out of words it looks like i've got the worst of both worlds i'm finally asleep yet i'm still wide awake i finally realise now that everything is at stake.
shouldn't darkness bring me rest? (not this aching in my body) it feels like it's my worst nightmare. (to be alone and be at fault) i know it isn't much to ask (but i haven't kept my promises) and i've never been so terrified i've lost everything that's ever been worth anything.
it's like that feeling when you sit down somewhere and you can feel a presence behind you but you know nothing is there and you go and search anyway and you knew nothing would come of it so you sit back down and it gradually comes back it always comes back.