Losing My Cool

You would kiss me when
We were seventeen
By the river in secrecy
I watched the lightening illuminate
Your form in the window, in the Spring
Listening to you breathe
Make it in time with me

Kiss me when I'm twenty three
It doesn’t mean a thing to me
Until I'm home and everything goes
From green to fire and ghouls
I’m losing my cool
Dreaming of your neck
Soft and smooth in our bed
Your shape and the depth of your love

Weighing coincidеnce and prophecy
Thinking of death and what mattеrs to me
What I have left and what I'll lose
Will it be you?