I'll be quiet to keep you quiet
Don;t concern yourself with my slow dying
Through the vents I hear you sigh
I don't get too high these days
Your floor is my ceiling
Lights out you can't come in
If you don't remind me, I won't forget you
If you don't ask, I won't upset you
I am jet black, I am stone cold
Jet black to the center
I'm funny like a funeral
I need you to bury me
White noise in black room dust
These hands long for one last touch
Hourglass all out of trust
I don;t scratch so I won't miss
I don't reach so I won't miss
I taste our last kiss
This is the cure, the same as the symptom
Simple and pure, break to keep fixing
Patiently nursed, patient and nurse
This is the part I wouldn't show you
The part where you say I don't even know you
This is your cue, be glad that it's through
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