What a drag!
you're fading, I know where you're going
and it burns to know you're leaving
but I love the way it burn.
it keeps me warm when it's frigid.
I can see you getting smaller
not because you're further away.
oh no. you're between my finger tips.
I'll take every last breath of you.
I could keep a piece of you if I want
but that'd be silly.
what's it worth to me if you're gone?