I had to be alone to breathe...
I'm in the mood to write...
What is it about these tones, these small, distinct sounds that perks up the ears and soothes the heart? The exposure makes me breathe quicker, makes me believe that perhaps... No. Never say that. I saw your smile and I felt so strange. It's okay, isn't it? This feeling is okay? It's so slow... it makes my skin prickle and I can't stand the shivering. I'm so cold now... The nights are so cold now and no matter how I concentrate and no matter the stories I tell myself... I won't find comfort here.
You can tell me over and over how close this is, how this will all be over soon... And no matter how much I believe you and how lost I feel when I don't hear those words, I'll still feel so cold.
What is it about these tones, these small, distinct sounds that perks up the ears and soothes the heart? The exposure makes me breathe quicker, makes me believe that perhaps... No. Never say that. I saw your smile and I felt so strange. It's okay, isn't it? This feeling is okay? It's so slow... it makes my skin prickle and I can't stand the shivering. I'm so cold now... The nights are so cold now and no matter how I concentrate and no matter the stories I tell myself... I won't find comfort here.
You can tell me over and over how close this is, how this will all be over soon... And no matter how much I believe you and how lost I feel when I don't hear those words, I'll still feel so cold.