why do you tell me that you're so alone?
As if I'm not here at all
It's not within my reach to overthrow the queen
because my hands are always tied to your bedpost
every night we breathe into our pillows
and pretend to believe
that all these nightmares are just barricades
protecting our wonderful dreams

but the worst thing of all
was when my voice croaked and died
and calling your name
worked even less than it used to.