If you had to tell you bout the way that i feel
The problem that persist is that the weight of it's real
So now I can't wait to conceal
The empty space has a feeling
Just like space in it's villainy
When it's cold and the remedy is the ghost of a memory
I just know how were differing
My tongue with it's slithering but it's no fun when you're listening
For one you're not kissing...