Paint the silence black

Now save me.

It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me (irates me).

My problem.

When I see your picture my heart forms a fissure,
I guess that I get this way.
I need a rooftop I can look from or jump off,
I guess that I get this way.

What's the problem, dear? Are you feeling unloved?
That's what I was most afraid of.

I need a fresh arm I can slice up or cut off,
I guess that I get this way.
When my skies are crooked my scars turn blue,
I guess that I get this way.

Dice

I am crying over you...
I am smiling; I think of you.

Adore.

For the first time,
I'm telling you how much I need and bleed for
Your every move and waking sound in my time,
I'll wrap my wire around your heart
And your mind
You're mine forever now.