I imagine this could be what death would feel like.
Hoping someone cares, but never knowing for sure
That lost feeling, like everything's kind of falling apart
Wondering how to go on, but not wanting to.
But the difference, my dear
          is that I would choose death a million times over again if it meant not losing you.

Its nice being out here with you
the wind stirring up the smoke
feeling the warmth radiate off of you
hearing you breath.
hoping that you have all these thoughts that run circles through my head

i hate the times like these
when i come home empty from an entire day of ******* and go creep under the blanket.
now im feeling the sensation of your arms holding me tight while i cry at the though of it.
i just want you here

You're stuck in my head
& im not sure if I want you there or not
Your company gives me life
but your love isn't mine baby
no matter how many times you say it