You are immersed
in your own guilty pleasure
your tongue will never reach
the bottom of the bottle
do I make you wet?
I can surely guess that your eyes
will never open again
persperation seeping through
there's nothing left
but receiving for all we do
What happened to my confidence
I disappear as the paper breathes me in
It's clear to see you're becoming short
of breath I know this all too well
I'm frightened to see what you've become
ten stories told as the tears fall
What happaned to my confidence
I disappear as the paper breathes me in
we'll get through this your comatose kiss
You better watch your back
cuz that cut was close
breathe in breathe out
a smile sparked contingent on
all my effort to comfort you