Please, don't roll over.

I need to fix the problem between my fingers.
The space between my fear and my cure.
I feel detached and insecure with it nearer.
Catching my head in spins wondering if everything's...

Okay...

Simply because I love the way you smile at me.
So valuable, so beautiful, so let me know.
What it is, that's got you down, making you tired.
Before I drive my self crazy.
With questions of if maybe I'm a little too lame.
If maybe I'm not interesting as your game.
But I know the difference of truth.
That you are breathing but blue, and I'm also so lonely without you.

So if you feel the it too, then please just tell me so I'll have a clue.
I'm sorry I'm not there to say "Here here, there there."
Cause I care and I can repair it all.
Like you never remember being scared at all.