Yours will come for you
In the middle of the night
Dead asleep
It'll grip your chest like a heart attack
Just a breath away from salvation
That will never arrive
Or inflate your lungs
Your mind will race with thoughts of death
And me
In the moments that separate fact from fiction
Your mind will decide the choice you made
Wrapped in the lies you told
Dammed you to a life of wondering
If I still think of you the way you wish I do