i stay wrapped up in layers to keep warm even though i m not a cold person it s just poor circulation you got in my veins because i shot you up like heroin i hate to let you go after i let you in but neither of us should be doing this for once i wanted to ignore the voice inside my head saying slow down he sure seems awfully friendly he sure seems awfully empty the closest i ll get to waking up with you is sleeping in your clothes the closest i ll get to holding your hand is only with my own the closest i felt to knowing myself was always in our home but nobody s home and when i reach for my phone i know there s no no calling you back how do i get used to that 