I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction
Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing
worse than being alone is when I`m not alone.
I am in love with what I`ve lost.
I do not want what I have got.
I release my weakness that flies feed from.
It never is anything until it`s over.
Nothing is right but I can`t find the wrong.
I always change my mind.
And if there is a need then I need it now.
Cause the closer we get the further I feel.
All of my love is collecting dust.
I`m shivering with loneliness.