you've got these big tired eyes,
that follow me all the time,
bright blue like the sky,
it's so odd to say you're mine.

i'd like to live inside your head,
but i'm far too ****** to leave my bed,
and if you were water, i would tread,
but instead of sinking i'd float instead.

if i could go so far back,
to send a note that bears a fact,
that my past self shouldn't crack,

*and instead continue to love you.

i'm spending tonight as a ghost,
hovering over your bed,
oh i love you the most,
and we're both dead.
i'll sink into your thought,
into the corners of your mind,
on the edges i'll get caught,
and between your dreams i will grind.
my fingers like smoke,
will fill your skull,
and crack it like yolk,
and it's me, you'll mull.