If only you’d listen, baby;
Listen to what I’ve gotta say.
Just hear my words; feel my breath.
I hear this pain’s sorta like meth.

Not that you’re bad, or good, but, well…
Without you here, it feels like hell.
At least in hell there isn’t hope
for us hopeless, romantic dopes.

Baby, I see, so why won’t you?
Don’t ya know what we gotta do?
I know the way for us to fly:
high up, baby, into the sky.

So take a breath and breathe with me,
cause I know how it oughta be.


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