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 more than any other could i would love you