Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin,
I've been waiting for you.
Signed, with a home tattoo,
happy birthday to you was created for you.

*You want your heart back. I didn't realize it was mine to begin with. I suppose that's just one more way in which I failed you. We loved, yes, but I never knew... And now you want it back.*

Can't ever keep from falling apart
at the seams.
Cannot believe you're taking my heart
to pieces.

*You want to kill yourself. This... you cannot do this, Spike. It isn't right. I won't just sit by and let you. Do you hear me, out there in the middle of godforsaken Canada? You WILL NOT kill yourself!*

Oh, it'll take a little time,
might take a little crime
to come undone now.
We'll try to stay blind
to the hope and fear outside.
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
and blow me in to cry,
who do you need, who do you love
when you come undone?

*Gods, Spike, why are you doing this? To yourself, to me? What is driving this black despair? You write that even my hate is better than what you have now. Spike, you have me even when you cast me aside.*

Words, playing me déjà vu;
like a radio tune I swear I've heard before.
Chill, is it something real?
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers.

*Please, please come back from that place where you are. It's killing you, it has to be. Wild and unclaimed and calling to you. I know you, Spike. I know why you keep to cities. They distract you; draw you away from her, from this world who would swallow you whole. Do you remember all those times, when we traveled, that I held you, fucked you, fed from you, just to keep you focused on *me* and not on the endless expanse of it?*

Can't ever keep from falling apart
at the seams.
Cannot believe you're taking my heart
to pieces.
Lost, in a snow filled sky, we'll make it alright
to come undone.

*Come home, Spike. There is space enough here for both of us. I can even leave you alone if you want. If my presence offends you, I can disappear. But I can't stand it like this, with you hurting and not understanding and thinking that I feel that way about you.*

*If you hate me now, fine. But hate me here.*