Inside my arms is where you fit.
Your body lay close to mine...

Sitting up late at night
The computers light is all I have...

In, out, in, out
My chest rises and falls with each breath...

Its finals time once again
The students heads are full of information...

That pillow that was under my arm every night,
while I slept, was practice...

What are you afraid of.
Is it that you don't love him...