The Shake

	The scratching of paper and pen reminds me of a song
	I wrote two years back.
	I remember each and every line like a photo glued to the lids of my eyes.
	The shiver of my wheezing chest reminds me of the way
	I felt two years back.
	And as we lose all track of time
	I feel her breath like ice on the tip of my spine.
	The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. I wait for the bed to get warm as my eyes adjust to the darkest light form.
	And as I start to drift away you’re the shake that pulls me back to this state.
	The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. You’re the shake

	The scratching of paper and pen reminds me of a song
	I wrote two years back.
	I remember each and every line like a photo glued to the lids of my eyes.
	The shiver of my wheezing chest reminds me of the way
	I felt two years back.
	And as we lose all track of time
	I feel her breath like ice on the tip of my spine.
	The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. I wait for the bed to get warm as my eyes adjust to the darkest light form.
	And as I start to drift away you' re the shake that pulls me back to this state.
	The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. The shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep, the shake before
	I sleep. You' re the shake