Credits: Song and lyrics by Dido, off "Life For Rent" track #7.

Special note: To plant a tree in the Dido forest go to: (this isn't a joke or whatever, just if you want to check it out, check it out.)

I just found this on an old disk. Oh yeah, song fics pwn.


I don't touch you the way I used to

and I don't call and write when I'm away

we don't make love as often as we did do

what couldn't wait now waits and usually goes away

but listen and think when I say, oh but listen and think when I say

I look outside my window and sigh, it's been awhile and he still leaves his shadow. I know my grasp is slipping, and it's harder everyday. Just to become stronger, it even makes you feel weaker. I hear a faint knock and go down the stairs to greet him. I open the door. We kiss softly, softer than usual. But it has been awhile.

Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel

who loves you and knows you the way I do

who touches you and holds you quite like I do

who makes you feel that I make you feel

We sit on the couch, swap meaningless words that'd just as soon sink into the abyss. It pales in comparison to our heated discussions of the past year. Riley and I have both changed. We're both different from the people each of us fell in love with. There are problems and it hurts, it pains me in ways I can't describe. But me, ever the quiet listener, the mute, I can never bring myself to state there was such a problem, such an issue.

I don't mind if you come home late

and I don't ever ask you where you've been

I just assume if there's a problem, you'd tell me

but listen and think when I say, oh but listen and think when I say

I see the tender and bandaged spots when he takes off his coat. Faint blots of blood concealed, browned by the day, I can see it. He doesn't look worried at all, maybe a bad bruise or a cut, maybe he'll tell me. But I can never ask. Never.

Who makes you feel the way I make you feel

who loves you and knows you the way I do

who touches you and knows you the way I do

who makes you feel like I make you feel

I know how I make him feel, I can see a whisper of beet red spread across his cheeks. He has no earthly idea, none whatsoever, that I love him. Probably, because I've never said it. Probably.

I'm stronger, I've surpassed him, and this bothers him. I can see how he draws away when I kill something in an instant. Or am I the one backing off? Watching him become smaller by the minute, until he's a footnote in the distant sunset.

Being weak, when I am strong

being seen, for who you are

being sad and lost but not alone

but listen and think when I say, oh but listen and think when I say

Sometimes I wonder, just wonder if there's something else. Something else that draws us apart. Maybe he's outgrown the group study time, Scoobie thing. Maybe he's got his own methods. I know he's gotten the military into some of our work. I can smell it, like it's a poisonous gas that infects everything. Not that the military is evil, but some things he does just aren't right.

Maybe that's not it at all. Maybe we've changed and that's what a relationship does, follow the changes until you're comfortable. But, I'll never be comfortable, and no matter how much I love him and want him. In the end everything gets ripped away. It's the life of the Slayer.

Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel

who loves you and knows you the way I do

who touches you and holds you quite like I do

who makes you feel like I make you feel.