My arms are tangled inside her traps, and I hang here and wait for rescue
Dangling from paper-thin, infinite strings that stick to my appendages and limbs
I'm in and out of sleep once again because you'll be here, and then you'll be gone
In and out, in and out. Save me, Jon. Save me, Jon
You'll come to my rescue when I let go, but how can I?
Now she's cutting off the thread, and letting me fall to death...