Some mornings, I feel like I was your one night stand.
Most nights, i know my breaths are tied with yours
But oh those mornings, they kill me!
There's this weird thing you feel, when you're happy, a chill, a flow of current like through your heart, through your spine, across your tummy and it's beautiful.
But also, a similar current flows, the same way, when it hurts, making it harder to breathe, making the lungs stop working through each current, that's how they kill me.
It takes a lot to live
But nothing to be killed again.
