You are immersed in your own guilty pleasure your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle do I make you wet? i can surely guess that your eyes will never open again prespiration seeping through there's nothing left but receiving for all we do What happened to my confidence? I disappear as the paper breathes me in. it's clear to see you're becoming short of breath I know this all too well I'm frightened to see what you've become ten stories told as the tears fall What happened to my confidence? I disappear as the paper breathes me in. I'll get through this your comatose kiss I better watch my back cuz that cut was close breathe in breathe out a smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you breathe in breathe out a smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you