Your lips are like a canvas
to paint my own upon...

I like it
I miss you...

Sometimes it's hard to breathe
It's like I'll choke on air...

I feel the hit
I take a sip...

Looking back...
I know when to see...

She's a quirky, precarious hue.
Strange in her ways alike...

The cool winds rise around me, in this darkness...
I stand on the water's edge, staring deeply into...

The silent fear
of a falling raindrop...

My heart is pounding my eardrums.
These thoughts are filling up my lungs...

To those who don't understand
why I act the way I do...

Try your best to comfort me
But I know your love don't come free...

You know, I love you.
Your gentle smile...