And the only sound that you will hear, is when I whisper in your ear
"I love you".
Inferiority complex.
Just because you don't know what it's like to feel like shit. You, so high up there. And I admit to this premiditated distancing. There is such intense need for it - only because I feel safe, like this. I don't blame them; it's not a crime to be so able.
It's just me, and this prodigious inability (which I'll prolly never get 'round).
To you, one of many: You used to tell me we're in the same sampan. But babe, it don't work that way no more. (Did you push me in or did I just fall over?) 'Cause now I'm drowning and the water's up to my lips; yet you're turning to row away. Far, far away.
I'd never trust those words again. 'Cause they're so lethal, so suicidal.
