I'll be quiet to keep you quiet Don't concern yourself with my slow dying Through the vents I hear you sigh I don't get too high these days Your floor is my ceiling Lights out, you can't come in If you don't remind me, I won't forget you If you don't ask, I won't upset you I am jet black I am stone cold Jet black to the center Funny like a funeral I need you to bury me White noise in black room dust These hands long for one last touch Hourglass all out of trust I don't scratch so I won't itch I don't reach so I won't miss I taste our last kiss This is the cure: The same as the symptom Simple and pure: Break to keep fixing Patiently nurse, patient and nurse This is the part I wouldn't show you The part where you say: I don't even know you This is your cue Be glad it's through