i would come as you would run and i would fall into pieces and i would chase after you like i was poison and you were my aim i would yell out your name watch your gaze fly to the floor oh but never mind you were never mine you ve spilled your secret now spill your crime cause in the mornings in the evenings i would wait but my patience would spill on the floors and on the ceilings through my mouth as i called for you i called called and i would fold yes i would fold cause i am a blanket and you were cold1