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

prespiration 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 happened to my confidence?

I disappear as the paper breathes me in.

I'll get through this

your comatose kiss

I better watch my back

'cause that cut was close

breathe in breathe out

a smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you

breathe in breathe out

a smile sparked contingent on all my effort to