you're my lover you're my friend my energy my will to extend   sometimes atlas often crutch my sense of smell my sight, my touch   you're my rage always my heat my darkest hour laid at my feet   you're my pain you're my salt 8 parts water and 1/2 my fault   There's strength in apology strength in remorse Some things just pass us by   There's power in humility and in love of course Some things just pass us by   you're my cliche cold thoughts impure my creeping sickness my only cure   you are the words that drip from my pen you are my PFM