Stuff myself into your reason I lie real close and cling I'd get small I'd even crawl For the madness you would bring
Find comfort in your tangled words I'd be sharper than your grief I'd gather up into the dust of all your fears And live in the corners of what you believe
I'd conjure up a second heart To house your sweet pain I'd love you so hard other folks Won't have to strain to hear I'd become your shadow And haunt for just a taste of your want
This sickness is a mutant bliss It's a slow steady shrinking into thinking I'd evaporate without your hate To remind me I'm still here
I'd conjure up a second heart To house your sweet pain I'd love you so hard other folks Won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow And haunt for just a taste of your want
