You have found me off the grid I tremble as the ground collects and meager fists shake Fists hesitate because of the cold you give off You live off The ambiance you give off mesmerizes me Over time you've learned to give off warmth And that warmth inspires and touches its captive The dew collects and so do your tear stains But darling they'll disappear with my reign You have brought me off the grid You have brought me out to gaze at a melty gradient of light I drown, but into a beautiful pond where my doubts have escaped The ghosts under the table dissipate Your words turn into a warmth so distinct Come to me in the night and bring me the bottle