the way the sun shone on your auburn hair, as if to sift the red from the brown i brush it back but you only look down and i've never seen eyes quite as dead as yours and i've yet to hear a tongue quite as sharp as yours but did you think that i had alterior motives? or some secret plan? cuz i was honest, and honestly, this meant everything to me and i can read, how carefully chosen are your words, bitter and artificial, i grasp at my sheets and scream \"oh but you were there too! you felt how we connected! you must have loved me back! you must have!\" but i know it's denial, and turn away. but did you know? i lie in bed and cannot sleep flesh and bone, alone between sea foam green sheets my bed's an ocean, and i hang on every word you speak i've hung myself on i and love and you