Make it up to me with sex and violence.
Use these lost words as a safety net.
So we can pick up the pieces later.
Even if you can't hear my pleas from here.
May they never come back to haunt me.
Can I do any harm with it?
How can I when all I ever asked for was your happiness?
Except it seems to require more than me clapping my hands and wishing for it.
And it all seems so far away.
Right now I have hope...but will I tomorrow?
Tomorrow...everything will be fine, right?
