The Result of a Broken Parachute

I didn't plan on staying awake tonight. I didn't plan on falling this hard for you, But our imperfections have bound us together. We've created something extraordinary. And in a touch of the hand, can you feel it? I swear, one touch is all it takes, Just to feel something, anything. And these emotions are like a spiderweb That I yearn for you to be tangled in. So perhaps, this is an improvement. I have yet to do something I promised I wouldn't. One more sleepless night, And I swear that I'll spill all my guts, Just to suck them back in, Then finally let them come out again. This pile of flesh and disillusions would look so pretty next to your bed, To let you know that you're the thought that discontinues my sleep.