Tousled hair and our wilted framesnYou're asleep in bed, oh darling, and i'm wide awake.nBut you turn to me, and your eyelashes dance on my cheek.nNow i'm holding my composure like a dandelion in the wind.nAnd i feel my petals float away in the distance.nAnd wishes crawl through the air, and i'm helpless you know.nnYour lips are drynand your hands are coldnand if you're the snowflake then i'll be the storm that catches you below.nnWell it's winter now, so grab your coat.nAnd the piers are closed downtown, so you might be alone.nshould i call a cab to make sure that you get home?nThough i hide it well, you know that i'm a wreck. nAnd i'm happier when i'm drunk with my friends.nNow my moods are as brittle as the leaves that fall to the ground.nnYour room is darknbut your bed is warmnand lips are drynand your hands are coldnas they converse with my side.nnIs this what you want?nor did i fuck things up?nWill our threads intertwine?nWill you feel the same for me?