I put him onto music and things he had never heard of.
He put me onto music and things I had never heard of.
I took him to places in his heart I'm sure he didn't wanna go to.
He took me to places in my heart that I had no idea I could've gone back to.
I gave him gifts that came from pure thought.
He gave me gifts that man could never destroy.
I laid in his bed.
He never laid in mine.
I often found myself in his arms.
He often found himself in mine.
I got to engulfed in his mysterious mind.
I don't think he really ever understood mine.
I loved his sign.
He loved mine.
But when I began to truly understand it, things began to unwind.
I touched his lips.
He touched mine.
I had dreams right in front of him.
He was rarely that vulnerable.
We used to harmonize.
And we shared our love for the arts.
Our spirits, both so free.
So quickly we depart.
I called him my friend.
One of the best.
He called me his.
Now I just feel like one of the rest.
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