It's a cold, hard batch of something I don't want
Secretly staring through mosquito nets
I am fascinated
By the way you turn the page
And you never even itch
Mask on
Hat off
Curl up, pussycat
I'll sleep on your doorstep
Until you feel my presence
I'll leave you to your dreams
Until you feel my absence
It's a cold, hard batch of something I don't want
Barely breathing but the breath is there
I am only, truly
As strong as my weakest hours
I will not go down like this
Mask on
Hair down
Stay safe, sweetness
I'll sleep on your doorstep
Until you feel my presence
I'll leave you to your dreams
Until you feel my absence