Last night I had a dream we were inseperably combined, like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine. Held together, holding each other, with no one else in mind.

I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss. So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it. But me, I'm not a gamble; you can count on me to split.

I will give you time enough to know him very well. I am locking down the house and staring at the wall.

You're the echoes of my everything, you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night. You're the laziness of afternoon, you're the reason why I burst and why I bloom. How will I break the news to you?

I like sleeping in your bed. I like knowing what is going on inside your head. I like taking time, and I like your mind. And I like when your hand is in mine.

Well as our rotting bodies pay back our earth its love, and the vile fleshy matter will crumble into dust, I'll be picked up by the wind blown into strangers' eye, diffuse into their bodies, be in their tears when they cry.

Lately, I've been told that I'm thinking too much. And not just about you. But there are certain memories I just can't get out of my head.

Your eyes, they turn me. Why should I stay here, why should I stay? I'd be crazy not to follow, follow where you lead. Your eyes, they turn me.

And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving, why I was the one worth leaving.

What does it take, how long must I wait?