you proclaimed yourself a masochist yet once you hear my claim i'm sure to me that title you'll have to concede each time i close my eyes for bed and every morning when i awake i inflict upon myself as much pain as you did when you decided to abdicate
upon my shelf, right at eye level sits a picture of a couple kissing you can see a hint of a smile from him a feeling of abandon emits from her she is protecting him from the flashes glare each day i break my heart twice to make sure it's still there
yes, that 'him' is you that 'her' is me and we both seemed oh so happy you're so convinced that happiness fades but you're not patient enough for that you had to rip mine away and there was nothing to stop you, nothing i could say
it's just about time for sleep i made it through another day not (really) thinking of you i stayed numb as i could be but then i get ready for bed the bed i can still picture you in i'll wake to it in the morning and fall asleep to it tonight so that my dreams will be filled of the way we used to hold each other tight
