Wont you come and make me feel better? In this gloomy wet sticky kinda weather, No, really im not asking for a shelther, I just wish you'd come and make me feel better. How long how long ,have we tried and tried, resusitated it again just before it died but crumbled to dust and blown by the wind, repeatedly our efforts only managed to cave in. But right now all this doesnt really matter, as long as you'd come and make me feel better. Grief, anxiety, loneliness overrides swallowed up are our solutions in such fearsome tides. Im running out of breath and im unsure how long more i can go having someone to keep you afloat, that'll be good to know, But right now its alright if drinking seawater makes me fatter, just as long as you're here to make me feel better. The clash of words like swords in the night, a sparring display of how we dont think alike. I think we've already stabbed each other in our minds frustration's already way past our limit lines, disappointment? resignation? i think more of the latter, and i dont think you'll be coming, to make me feel better.