As Though it Could be Real
I live my life fleeing the glare of the sun,
I spend all my tears in the safety of night,
I watch all the blood from my arteries run
Down my arms, and it somehow feels right.
But as I lie bleeding and pleading for death,
You come and you coax me back slowly to life,
And teach me cherish the joy of my breath
And my pulse, and I put down the knife.
You hold me and listen to all of my songs,
You kiss me and soothe all the sorrow I feel,
I treasure your love and you say it belongs
To us both, and it truly seems real.
You give me a comfort I cannot resist,
But darling, you do not exist.