~Making Love to Pillows~
If I wrote you a letter and it was covered in blood
Would you be worried?
If I were to run away, and I asked you to come
Would you come?
(Not that I'd do it, I'm just asking...)
Would you try and convince me to stay
And when I declined, wish me on my way?
What if you came with me
And all that is was a dream
I'd wake up in the morning
To find out I'd been
Making love to my pillows
I cry because I love you
But you don't exist...
If I were to cut my love for you into my arm
Would you let me?
If I were to kill myself to get out of this world
Would you save me?
(Not that I'd do it, I'm just asking...)
Would you take me gently by the o-
Cean and promise to remain, never go?
What if you came with me
And all that was is a game
I'd wake up in the morning
So damn dizzy with pain
Making love to my pillows
I cry because I love you
But you don't exist...
Written: April 14, 2003
Edited: June 24, 2003
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