before bed.
sometimes i cant sleep.
sometimes i cant sleep and i remember you holding me up against time.
a tender and unwavering grip you had (have) on me.
how you could lift me off the ground and whisk me off to… wherever, it was up to you and i was ready for the ride.
more often than not, the rain never mattered.
i didnt care how soaked we got and i dont think you did either.
i am naturally a dark person, as are you.
and the rings from around my eyes are starting to make marks around your neck.
im calling you back to me, but she assists you in moving farther away.
she wants you to, and you let her control you.
you have assumed the role of the puppet and she is now your Almighty Master.
the alpha dog, omega and after that.
(a whisper : without her, we’d be alright.)
you are the deserter now, the one who ran when the earthquake hit.
and i was the one who held things steady while you ran, hoping you’d realise that i was not afraid of you.
i am not afraid of you.
and i am here.
you’ll see, when all things have come to pass,
ill be the only thing left stable for you to hold still with.
a tender, unwavering grip you have on me, and i am tender and unwavering for you, though no more for myself.
