If you were a pill i could slip in my coffee
I'd drink in your essence to help me sleep.

If you were a song or a page from a playscript
Then i could recite you in my unquiet dreams.

If you were a knife i think i'd let you cut me
We'd bleed out the demons and bleed out the dirt.

I need you here
And that's not complex
But i'm not sorry
I need you here
And that's not witty
But it's honest
It's honest.

If you were here right now instead of in this wordplay
We'd give up on masks and foolish conceits.

I need you here
With no more hiding
Behind language
I need you here
And that's not witty
And that's not clever
But it's honest.