and i could feel you like waking up with night sweats, the wet pillow, the blood and tears, the eyes a weeping willow, waking up from a bad dream. I can't function I can't follow, the lump in my throat makes it hard to swallow your razor tongue French kiss. I can't handle this. I don't know what it's about. I've been in it for months and I still don't understand just give up shut down and take my hand take my hand take it slow and notice, the things you couldn't notice before.