I’ll tell you about an igneous phase.
Darling, in my heart that is where it lays.
Fear, I used to hide and stick in the shade,
Consciousness cut by an immortal blade.
Critically I counted the hours and days.
Again my heart broke, in so many ways.
I longed for you; barely anything’s true.
Rue the day you return; we will be through.
Too well, the rain is damp and refreshing.
Too well, the pain is sharp and distressing.
Most of the time I do wish you were here.
When you are far, also when you are near.
And that right there is what scares me the most,
This is truth, I should not want you that close.