Darling, it seems the time has finally come
For you to make your call.
Do you want me to stay? Or to flee from you?
Because how you act from here on out,
That could be our peace or our downfall.
Dearest, I’m not done- this isn’t all.
I’m doing every single **** thing right
And its you who does me wrong.
And when soft bodies collide, to me
Its all too bittersweet to think
That perhaps you’re playing me like a pawn…
Or perhaps like one of your lovely piano songs.
Am I carrying a dead man’s weight?
Is it deep water I’m drowning under?
I gasp for air, you’re my breath of life
But only when you’re around.
So is it better to die from a murky bedmate
Or should I send you off, before it’s too late?