and you're stuck again, shivering pretending to hear god pretending he gives enough of a ****, no, no- there is no one. the sound of your breathing is my salvation, i've exhausted my resources. too many times. some weeks i forget about your love, last Sunday, and i showed up to see you with my neck bruised as if i didn't know it'd lead to here, now, reaching for someone something some high it's always been you, should i stay silent now? rummaging through the heart ache, contemplating a proclamation of everything i've ever felt, or is it too late tell me there's no deadline, no due date loving each other is a ******* catastrophe spilling emotions like wine, wine like hate if i had one question, what the **** is fate?