And so i said "what am i to you? do you need
To think this through?" i'm impatient, and
You know me. i'll be your sun and moon, i'll be
Your smile room from a long hard day at what you
Do. when everything we said we said was nothing
That we did, but everything we meant to do, we're
Through. when it's over, the heart stops beating.
But it isn't over. you're really never considered
A friend until you roll me over and i stop
Breathing, and you take back everything that you
Said. to you, i'm in your bones. i have your back
If you're ever alone. with a knife stuck in it,
This blood's for you. to me, this is love. the
Only kind that can hang on a rope from above on
Your ceiling. i want to take back everything that
We did and everything we meant to do until it
Hurts you. or could we pretend for one second that
We're still friends. does that even phase you?
Does it hurt you? with this mess that you've
Gotten yourself into, there's only room for two.
You could close up the tube that leads into my
Lungs. that could clean up this mess for you. if i
Stopped breathing and you start feeling, would you
Be there? would you understand? would you see me
When i am healing? from this ceiling i could
Corrupt your plan. it feels so comfortable. your
Rope around my throat. from this angle you look so
Beautiful. tie the perfect knot. make it fit just
Like a glove. to me, this is love.