this is really only all we have: day time, twilight, pitch black, night
light. You had the coldest eyes and the softest touch: day time, twilight,
pitch black, night light. These typed letters, beneath me. Fuck with these
buttons and knobs long enough and maybe things will turn out fine. Hide
behind your crystal screen and blow kisses at me. Remember what we said
wouldn't happen? Write your name on my chest in kerosene. Spark a match and
you will never be cold again. this is really only all we have: day time,
twilight, pitch black, night light. You had the coldest eyes and the softest
touch: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light. Gag and destroy me
bay-bee. I have a large collection of thunder that I stole from your window
sill.

Bury all of me before I have the chance to open my eyes and see you laughing. Is this all we had? Or is this just the twilight beyond the skyline, blinding me? Sorry I didn't hear you, I was busy dying in the corner. Those last three words destroyed every inch of me yet you keep speaking.