I'm not here anymore, we all know I'm falling through because I let go 'til all that's left is on this side pretence and because you understand, on this side defence and the point inbetween on a cold loo seat, the mid-point where steel and flesh meet but not me, I just look on, I live part-time, my life is gone when you're not there beside me too, the conduit that I breathe through and yes, I know, you fulfill a need, your oxygen my flame to feed but such sweetly scented gas as this does nowhere else I know exist
