Box Me Up

Love here sounds like an extreme - not about light kisses under the streetlights, but about an abyss where loss equals death. Every line is like a point-blank shot: either together until the end, or darkness with no way out.

This cry of despair is an attempt to hold on to what is crumbling in one's hands. A broken heart, wet asphalt underfoot, and the feeling that without a second breath nearby, there is nothing left to breathe.