the taste of the floor reminds me of the skinnthat leaves me in oceans of my soulnwithout a shore.nnso alone,nso we'll holdnthose barren bodiesnbereft of any soulnto get back whatnthe middle of the nights stole:nthe forgotten feeling of feeling whole.nnbut the lonelinessnof our togethernessncreates an empty nestnfor the emptinessnfreezing in his chest.nnso can you make me feel good?nmake me feel complete?nhelp me return to a dream of a lovenworth more thanndirt and meat.