he's always leaving/slipping
12/29/2004 05:55 a.m.
he's the type of man who's
always leaving
but not leaving behind a trace of his memory
only his furniture
that he had no time to take

*

when we kiss
you breathe me in like this could be your last breath
and you hold me as though
i'm slipping away

but i want you to know
there's no need to hold me this tightly
for now, i am here
for now, i am your's