I'll be here, holding my somber look
for you to find me.
Never a rose to make me happy but
you'll instead want to give your love
  and receive mine as well,
    perfect man.
I'll never let my soul escape before yours,
Can we go together?
Can we be together
without you disrespecting me
  when I'm nowhere to be found.
  Will you please come find me,
because I'm lost in life and death,
and I don't know which world I'm living in.
I'd rather live in death's world
everything there is
    more complete than life's world;
and life's world has you
  and that makes me want to stick around.
But when I trudge through damp streets
  only to be near you always,
    take that to mean something.
When, once, I knock upon your door,
    know that