Ode to Sylvia.

Sleeping is rough when you don't want to wake up,
and you dont try to shout when you can't seem to talk.
If you're not walking, you're not running,
you're not seeing, you're not feeling.
Laying down, drained and defeated,
bones aching while keeping cold.

But all the hurt gets better when we're laying here together.
I don't want to die when your body fits to mine.
And I don't think of suicide when you and I are side by side.
All the hurt gets better when we're laying here together.

You don't feel like drinking when you can't seem to pour,
And don't think about the chance of eating because your stomach is on the floor.
If you're not reading, you're not writing,
you're not feuding, you're not fighting.
Your white flag is waving violently in the wide eye of the storm.

But all the hurt gets better when we're laying here together.
I don't want to die when your body fits to mine.
And I don't think of suicide when you and I are side by side.
All the hurt gets better when we're laying here together.

I won't eat those pills as long as we can keep our thrills.
I'll keep the engine cool if it means you won't look back.
I won't walk infront of a train, I'll keep my hairdryer out of the rain.
I promise to keep my head out of the oven if it means I get all of your lovin'.
And I don't think of suicide when you and I are side by side.
Because all the hurt gets better when we're lying here together.


Fuck everything.
Love,
Shine.