I tried again last night, but you held your breath like a fucking champ the solitude of without you is a welcomed breath of stagnant air was I the last thing in your mind? I turned away to lose you whisper a word of longing devotion and these sheets are screaming you ll rest uneasy this time around my valentine your silence is shoveling dirt in your grave regret is my only keepsake a faint memento of your bitter skin so sleep well tonight and know that I wait.