he's still breathing and drooling all over me
the book i borrowed lies back at me with your eyes
and i can't even read it through for fear of reading my own demise
the songs we've sung all just say your name now
i'm in a white room and it's full of you to the brim
i hate it
i'm in paris and we have never been and yet you haunt me and yet you're here
i am insane and i am alone and still you are behind me whispering
things you've said over and over
things ive only imagined but i know you've thought
in mauregard by night you float across the ceiling
the emptiness of obsession is all im feeling