You know I'm not one to start an argument.
I'm neither a lover nor a fighter.
I try not to feel anything at all.
I avoid the pain, just get higher.
Take a hit, breathe it in, hold it in.
Exhale.

The world starts to spin in a frenzy.
My heart speeds up, then slows down.
Your arms wrap around me like a castle.
Don't want this to end, won't make a sound.
Stay calm, breathe you in, hold you there.
Let go.

Words cut deep, a finely sharpened blade.
Keep telling myself I don't need it.
Then I run right back to your haven.
Maybe we both want this a little bit,
too much, or too little, not at all?
Oh well.