the way you talk the way you walk, that cologne that i love so much, and your burned touch, the sound of your raspy voice, makes me feel as if i made the right choice, by choosing you as my next potential victim, and how you made yourself so essential in my silly life, how you took out the knife in my bleeding back, and you stayed for a snack, in the middle of the night, your eyes are bright, and it makes me wanna write about all the things you make right, how you hold me so tight, with a bit of a fright in your cold bones,