I really hate the way I’m feeling.
It’s just not cold enough to steal a sheet and wake you up.
How do you know I’m really not ok?  
How do I know you read my mind?

How many times do you feel like
You’re running in circles with me?

I want to show you what I’ve come down with,
It’s not sickness it’s honesty.

You used to be my air,
You used to be my breath,
You  used to be my share of the world,

But now

I can’t breathe when we lie awake in bed silently.
I’m no angel and never claimed to be, and
I know what we both are thinking
But who will leave?