Trip lettered in wrestling, he still wore the jacket,
he still wore the nickname he got from his coach.
If you called him his real name he'd act like a stranger--
what the hell kind of man is...
Lying next to you
Lost inside your breath
Skin to skin
Vanities paper thin
Vulnerable without protection
I dissolve into you
Diffuse your pain
Dissipate your damage
Make you whole...
Dissolve Into You
don't you hear how hollow I am?
don't you feel how light?
don't you hear?
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