I got really tired of hiding everything we’re hiding when we really should be fighting for everything we had, because everything we’re hiding, away from all this fighting might be all we have. I don’t seem to have the same stomach as you, living life in all that you do, trying to keep up just dragging feet on the line. This deceit pulls me further, further behind. When all the things that we really shouldn’t do are all the things that we really wanted to. Staring into these eyes, I wish it was you I wish it was you I wish it was fine losing inches of precious sleep, trapped here watching you breathe. Blistering every knuckle, screaming from every pore “I want more”. Four years two minds one heart each day lungs further apart. Eyes prized so wide open stretching out the skin as this groping city is caving in, I must be starving to quench these thirsts so terrified now, now nothing hurts. Nothing hurts nothing so nothing ever hurts.