Trespassers William Follow

it's a place that's not so far
i dream there and sometimes i wake there

do you want me caring less?
sometimes we don't ask for what we need
and i guess how i want to be loved
and i've guessed what of me you need

it doesn't matter if we lie
your sentences never defined you
do you think that i can't feel?
when i touch you there's words on your body

should you be scared
when i say sometimes i'd want you dead
so no one else can have you when it ends?

how'd i reach this point on my own?
and how fragile right there i was
this is not the first time
that i've watched the end of that thing that had no end

do you want me caring less?
sometimes we let go of what we need
why can't you guess how i want to be loved?
you can't even tell me what of me you need...