You are immersed in your own guilty pleasure Your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle Do I make you wet? I can surely guess that your eyes Will never open again Perspiration seeping through There's nothing left but receiving for all we do What happened to my confidence? I disappear as the paper breathes me in. It's clear to see you're becoming short of breath I know this all too well I'm frightened to see what you've become Ten stories told as the tears fall What happened to my confidence? I disappear as the paper breathes me in. I'll get through this Your comatose kiss I better watch my back Cuz that cut was close Breathe in breathe out A smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you Breathe in breathe out A smile sparked contingent on all my effort to comfort you