From the hillside I could see
Your river slowly moving towards me
The anxiety, encroaching
Slow but always moving
Do you hate me, or am I just paranoid
Do you love me, or is that a question I should avoid
And I could feel it, in the air
The oxygen, slowly leaving
And I know you're right here
Is that suppose to be comforting
Do you hate me or am I just paranoid
Do you love me, or is that a question i should avoid
And you said to me, I want to count your teeth