fingertips barely touching,
fingertips barely touching, this is where our story falls apart
in between your shuddered breaths,
in between your shuddered breaths, you burn my paper heart.
perhaps this dissolving intimacy
perhaps this dissolving intimacy has left me an empty shell
between every painstaking step,
between every painstaking step, living feels more like hell.
this affection is akin to ridicule
this affection is akin to ridicule and my sanity can bear no more
the hold you have on me is a vice,
the hold you have on me is a vice, this romance has become a chore.
a monster in the place of man,
a monster in the place of man, I'm ashamed of who we've become
this was never a part of the plan
this was never a part of the plan, but now what's done is done.
all that we were and all that we are
lives in the spaces between each breath.
through these vicious rapids and wild waters,
you leave me breathless even in death.