I know exactly where I was when I first saw you the way I see you now, through these waiting to retry. Those days, I recall so fondly. So few are trials when a life isn't lonely, and now if only. I'd never felt it, I'd never heard it. I I loved you, did I even deserve it when you returned it? There's no suspicion, no hesitation. through the eyes of sore adoration
and know, fracture and hurt Eyes in the fire unrehearsed Shield a house closing it's doors in the dark rinses of yours
Ashtray is crowded, bottle is empty. No music plays and nothing moves without drifting a memory. Busy apartment, no for grieving. Sink full of dishes and no trouble believing that you are leaving. Mid-sentence tremors, mind at weakest. One way of shaking off the thoughts that it sleeps with.
and know, fracture and hurt Eyes in the blink unrehearsed like a house closing it's doors Curved in the dark rinses of
In walks the darkness I pitch you. Asks me; "Do I realize I'd done and who I'd done to?" Indeed, I do know. It never leaves me, just visits less often. It isn't gone and I won't feel it's grip without a coffin. Breathing beside me, it's warmness, phantom affection gives a human performance.
Witness and know, fracture and Eyes in the blink unrehearsed like a house closing it's doors Curved in the rinses of yours