in this place

in this place we lie, cutting slightly in vain, hoping and praying you'll remember my name, if only tonight, and only tonight, you'll write back here i swear i'm done, take your advice cos its easy to see, this so called romance never wanted me, if only tonight, and maybe tongiht, you write back here, i swear i'll, cut, till crimson falls, over the bedroom walls, 234, between you and i it's the 2-step i crave, morbidly swaying to a dying refrain, if only tonight, and maybe tonight, you write back here, so will you lay me down tonight, and we'll be better off today, and i would die if you never got to know, but would it do more harm this way?