Down to the drip in a sensitive state of holding on... Hands gripping threads on the run as the door closes n the heart dives to the floor... The rush explodes in the reverse angle away from luv... Don't fight it... Jus remember if they luvd u they'd cling to the feel of touch... To believe in u is actions shown as if eyes choose to witness u reachin in... Deeper in the comin hopin not to walk straight through lips curved into that fuckin grin... Or gettin walked on as if time pulls the curtains shut to preserve a memory fallin away... Leakin on thoughts hauntin come mornin all over again... See it how u wanna take a peek but we've all felt that goody good that brought us to life... But when is it time to say goodbye... Friends don't let friends die alone... Who in the fuck doesn't wanna go home... In the emotional pit once it's back to this world u go... Gainin conceousness comin from beneath the weight of the throne... Watering eyes dry to the mental addict of passion jus wantin to be felt for once... Only if eyes could speak the way lips is backed by the mouth that says so much... Naked emotion Rollin finds a drought unless it's real... It all depends on the way u feel... Does it bring u to life... Or is it tearin u apart inside... Tender to the tickle huh... Jus smile n be the one u need as the one... It all comes back to self in is moment to reside... Comin full circle in the middle of life...