In bleach i sat, forgot to remember the remnants of pasts forgone, i was yours from the second the minute past, and hand in hand, man without band, i took my bones and sat at your lap, like a puppy wanting the ones affection, i had this illness and you had no objection. Shaking arm in arm, locked in bed in cone head, you had me with your smiling charm. three days and counting, you will run in a few days more. its good while it lasts, i love to give you my devotion, as sickly as it is i hope we can carry on forever more.
