Cold Hard Batch

It's a cold, hard batch of something I don't want

Secretly staring through mosquito nets
I am fascinated
By the way you turn the page
And you never even itch

Mask on
Hat off
Curl up, pussycat

I'll sleep on your doorstep
Until you feel my presence
I'll leave you to your dreams
Until you feel my absence

It's a cold, hard batch of something I don't want

Barely breathing but the breath is there
I am only, truly
As strong as my weakest hours
I will not go down like this

Mask on
Hair down
Stay safe, sweetness

I'll sleep on your doorstep
Until you feel my presence
I'll leave you to your dreams
Until you feel my absence



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Rosberg
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