I want it to be you outside, when there's nothing there. I want it to be you, reflecting back into my stare. I want it to be you, and of nothing else I care. There's always something to get in your way, bullshit lies and the things that people say. I want it to be you, with silken softened hands. Parting the ways of my mind, creating life within my wastelands. The connection undenied, so sweet clear and pure. I know I'm broken and you fix me, I have a sickness and you're the cure.