It was you singing songs to me when we had nothing better to do. It was me, feeling like there was no better way my time could be spent. Considering how those rich melodies would cloud my mind like some vaporized narcotic. In the midst of so much lip contact, such a small amount of eye contact. Though I would strain myself to keep from blinking - to keep you from vanishing - a stimulant I couldn't operate without. And though any contact with you only seems to result in humiliation, I've just got all of this room I could spare. There is no way you would come and no way I would ask - It's just that I have so much I could share.