One legged, locked The wax and wane of midnight An outward smile by my bed I couldn't become that girl again today Aesthetic literature, indulging, the suburbs Preserved in sugar by the water's edge The truth comes at the beginning I don't think it, but I can say it, "Love", that is Receiving the signal Arriving from you As of now, no response The earth, gravity, centrifuge, divergence In this narrow, narrow box Asphyxiating and falling into hell Not telling anyone, the two of us Came this far? We can't go back Stockholm Syndrome, epilogue Let's put an end to it, this unwaking dream Melting into bubbles, if this is