Sync Our Breaths

This is not my favorite kind of sadness The kind that's almost fun and masochistic This is trying hard to sync our breaths Sprawled across your bed All my life I thought that I was broken Predisposed to ruin every moment Living in the shadow of Fear of my own love In the end you held me in that same bed Wondering how this is where our roads led Trying hard to sync our breaths I'll love you till I'm dead