my paradise is gone, and you have thirty seconds to wake up   from a nightmare with a flooding rush   of memories like this one,   caressing your inventive side   i find pride is my enemy most of the time   obsessed with finding answers, guided by voices   the choices i've made have been cancerous   suppose this were you, tell me how would you live   energy all spent, with nothing left to give   except a rib and your blessing to be free   doesn't sound much like a fair trade to me   obviously it was finding the better of both worlds   no matter how much it hurts, and we both deserve   the company we keep to let us get good sleep   i'm not weak right now, but it's not worth it to eat    it was never part of the plan to end up like this   and i'm not trying to die for the things i can't admit      this morning i woke up, the ceiling was spinning   my eyes couldn't adjust, the sun was beginning   to pry open the shades and burn through cotton skies   i reached over to hold you but you were cold as night   the room was hot, but your body felt different   i tried to wake you up, but your head never lifted   i was whispering into your ear "please don't leave"   she was sleeping in gods arms where i couldn't reach   her face was against my chest, the silence was singing   the song of innocence, feeling like children again   the moment was stuck, i couldn't breathe   i screamed for someone to help us up here...please   nobody was there, just me and my love   wrapped up in the blankets that meant so much   touching her skin against mine the life slipped away   god stole my heart, but left my body here to stay      Went to sleep early, You have to be at school by 8   Got out my flashlight to write and not keep her awake,   I stay up too late, always tired in the morning,   She’s kisses me goodbye while I'm half asleep yawning,   It’s not that I’m lazy; I’ve got things to do,   Not trying to say my art is more important that you,   My epiphanies are killing me, but I’m keeping it quiet,   I love to see see angels painting on the inside of her eyelids,   Locked at the legs, if I move she’ll wake up,   So I stay in this position till my whole body's numb,   When the room is still, I write to the rhythm of her pulse,   but it's always perfect speed so my thoughts are never rushed   Sometimes you roll over and try to mumble goodnight,   I laugh because your hair is always sticking up to the right,   Brush it away from your face because your smile is on,   Whisper goodnight my love and turn my flashlight off.