You make me wish I could breathe under water
So I could press a kiss to those bruised lips but when I do you
steal my breath and you inhale, inhale
inhale.
And I can't breathe.
You make me wish I could breathe for two, so that
you wouldn't be hurting, and wouldn't be
hurting, hurting
hurting me.
You make me wish that I could pull you to the air
but I'm fastly drowning and you are
holding my hand while we're collapsing,
smiling, smiling,
dying with a smile.
You make me wish I never knew you,
even as I'm defined by you.
You make me wish that I'll never stop wishing.
You make me hate wishing.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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