Rolling around in my hand...
Just like the tips of his fingers and how they traced the lines of my palm
Make me feel something...
Something other than the thought of him tracing the palm of another lover...
A better love
I cannot sleep and I cannot breathe...
Suffocating in 30km's of his latest good bye
My bleeding is invisible to him...
As much as I need him,
I know he needs to be with his heavenly father,
and I'm in hell anyway...
left to hang in your crucifying distance
