this is really (Bury all of me) only all we have: day time, twilight, pitch black, (before I have a chance) night light. You had the coldest eyes and the (to open my eyes) softest touch: day time, twilight, (and see you laughing) pitch black, night light. These typed letters, (Is this all we have?) beneath me. (Or is this just the twilight beyond the skyline blinding me?) Fuck with these buttons and knobs long enough and maybe things will turn out fine. Hide behind your crystal screen and blow kisses at me. Remember what we said wouldn’t happen? Write your name on my chest in kerosene. Spark a match and you will never be cold again. This is really only all we have: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light. You had the coldest eyes and the softest touch: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light. Gag and destroy me bay-bee. I have a (Sorry I didn't hear you) large collection (I was busy dying in the corner) of thunder (those last three words destroyed ever inch of me yet you keep) that I stole from your window sill. (speaking)