How’d you know to keep me cold? Like I’d be burning wild if left out on my own. You never called or let me know. Because now you’ve gone and shown that you’re nothing but a bad seed, Growing thorns and evading decency. Not then, not now, not ever will I care if you’re lonely. So what’s your word when your skin and bones are wrapping? Is there comfort in the calm you kept? Is it agonizing? Do you sink in it? Or are you slightly deviating from the scattered seed you meant to keep? They're so antagonizing when left to breed. I can’t let you know, but I hope you feel alone, because I feel young and spiteful. Will I be alright in a while? I can’t say. How’d you know to keep me close and never change or break your role? You’re always speaking up or not speaking at all. Because I can wish and wish it’s nothing but a bad dream, or say it doesn’t mean that much to me. Wherever I’ve been pushing you, keep going. In passing time I've come I've come to find your pulse in everything I do. I'll burn it down and build something and I will never think of you.