<shrugs> It's feeling like another late-nighter, minna. What's a girl to do?

Follows "We Should Talk"

Fast Enough

I'm beginning to wonder if there's anything on this planet that will break that ice-cool calm you project. Obviously waking up like lovers might doesn't faze you one little bit. Letting me cling to you until you decided you needed to feed your face doesn't seem to bother you, either.

Damn it.

I wrap my arms around myself. So empty inside... Come back. Please come back. I don't care if it's only to humor your crazy friend.

I knew this would happen. I knew it. I'll never be able to get enough of you now. Never. I could go to sleep with your heartbeat in my ear every night for the rest of my life, and wake up listening to you breathe every morning till I die, and it still wouldn't be enough.

Somebody should tell you how dangerous you are.

I'm so cold now. Cold and empty.

I'm not being reasonable. Good sense tells me I ought to know that I didn't want to say anything, didn't want to hear anything, that might have ruined the moment. That trying to explain would possibly only have broken it. That I'm so scared that it will shatter anyway, and I'll be left remembering the feeling of your arms for the rest of my life and not be able to do anything about it.

I've got to get out of here before the smell of you on your sheets drives me insane.

You'll be in the kitchen. I'll just tell you goodbye and be on my way.

If I run fast enough, maybe I can leave this aching hurt behind.

If I tell myself that fast enough, I might even fool myself into believing it.


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