I no longer think that this is me getting lonely.
I think what I want is for people to perceive me
as not a simple human, but a magnificent pine tree.
the leading pine giant held by the side of a mountain,
I want, more than anything ever possible, again and again.
Though we are linked by my roots and the soil from which I am fed,
we are the idea of a connection, a mere merging instead.

He is my companion and my support,
building at my feet little snow forts.

He is the paragon of advantage, a splendor the energy of the sun.
By volleys of ice, the head off his body is where his power is undone.
He is invincible and I am immortal
that is what makes us feel so beautiful.
I know I'm not lonely, even though I cry.
I long for this symbiosis, I understand why:
I dream of my mountain, rupturing the sky.

Oh babe, oh man, oh please
Won't you take advantage of me?
Wrap all of me up in your big, thick arms,
Tight and deadly like a mummy's embalmed
Use your hands to suffocate me,
Cover my eyes so I can't see
Bury me in a coffin the shape of you
My face pressed against your chest, what a good view
All I want is for you to hurt me,
to kiss my face and then comfort me
Bruise my arms and sweeten my skin
Hide all our demons deep within.
This is between us and no one can know
The love I want and the love you show
My boo, my man, oh please
Won't you take advantage of me?

you destroyed my earth
to my end and from my birth
and now it's impossible to get anywhere
there is no soil for me to walk upon
asphyxiation is the least of my problems when there is no air

you corrupted my system of time
to the night and from such fresh dawn
I cam confined in the incarceration of a dimension
and you will do nothing to ease the tension

I cannot tell my friends what you've done
I thought we were supposed to be having fun.
I cannot blame you, because that would be arrogance.
I will not blame me, because that would be ignorance.

At the center of this planet that we used to run,
you have created something deeper than a black hole.
I've grown tired of trying to reach the even horizon.

"Circa five years"; that phrase I always said
I hoped in that time we'd still be on track
But now it's not a joke and it's stuck in my head
won't you say it back?

I want my cake and I
wanna eat it, too
It's my party and I'll
cry if I want to
Spare the rod
and spoil your boo.

He laid his heavy head on my pillow here
and I laid mine on his shoulders there.
I'm chained to the middle of the now
but my mind wheels back to then.
He knows me by my overwhelming fear
that hes going to vanish into thin air.
I feel more than okay when he pushes me down
and I can finally feel normal again.

you want me when you can't have me
but you could care less when I'm actually free

When we talked, it was with ease, a breezy air
and now you really don't seem to care
you're just using me and it's so unfair

You used to show me how to be myself
Now who do I go to to cry out for help?
This is worse than being put on the shelf.