I fall asleep. Wearing nothing at all. Wishing youd be, be there to blow my mind. In the middle of silly cotton laced cartwheels I noticed you were jealous and gay.
So I lay. Curled up in your shadow. As you play your baby grand piano. I hear you sing.. things look pretty good which means weve stumbled through another day.
How can we fight when theres nothing left to say to you? I might seem lacking int the way I try to say to you