you are here with me on the risque night
i feel the warmth of a youthful twain
but you are algid, like a broken statue
i see the scars drawn on your arms
don't worry, i got them too

your arms hold as many scars as mine
ah, what a match we'd make!

altogether, we are going to infirmary
we hold each other tight, like a rope
but it takes the courage to tell you
how beautiful you look in the rain
with water-soaked tears, it won't pass

i persuade this is one last time
but i've had too many "last times"

and sometimes, i fear it will be my last
i don't care what they say, i don't care
speak clauses with your fissured eyes
and move mountains with your smile
wake me up and lay with me in bed for hours

but don't tell me you love me
this isn't a love poem

i'll hold my time, i will stay strong
patient, oh what a virtue that is!
hopelessly hopeful i tire and bore myself
to reach unknown roads to your heart
but i get nowhere, it's been forever

i see the truth, your eyes are for him
they won't see mine but i can wait this out
wait for something to spark and fade
put away your blank pages that coat your face
you're so beautiful that it hurts sometimes

i'm taking these trips to the hospital alone
and don't tell me you love me, i don't care
because this was never a love poem
this was never a love letter, it's nothing
but just the reality

ah, you said we had years ahead of us
but you said we'd feel better soon
i wish i had slit your throat
to bleed ceaselessly for me
but you don't feel a ******* thing anymore