Sinking

Sinking a little bit lower cause I had my heart set on you. Looking ahead is the nightly dread,

Cause hiding is like living as good as dead.

I opened my soul to sing for you,

And you took those songs and sang them too.

But what you were thinking has made

Me go sinking,

Deeper into a little place of sad,

A bigger place of mad,

Or are you just afraid of me sleeping in your bed,

Cause your body was never a problem,

It was inviting and lovely,

It was something to crave,

Something to try and save,

But I am still sinking at the thoughts of

What you were thinking,

Still, and even now.