I know exactly where I was when I first saw you the way I see you now, through these waiting to retry. Those pristine days, I recall so fondly. So few are trials when a isn't lonely, and now if only. I'd felt it, I'd never heard it. I know I loved you, did I even deserve it when you returned it? There's no suspicion, no hesitation. Believing through the of sore adoration
Witness and know, and hurt in the fire blink unrehearsed Shield like a house it's doors Curved in the rinses of yours
Ashtray is crowded, bottle is empty. No music plays and nothing moves without into 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.
Witness and know, and hurt in the fire blink unrehearsed Shield like a house it's doors Curved in the dark of yours
In the darkness I pitch without you. Asks me; "Do I realize what I'd done and who I'd to?" Indeed, I do know. It never leaves me, just visits less often. It isn't and I won't feel it's grip soften without a coffin. beside me, feeling it's warmness, phantom affection gives a human performance.
Witness and know, and hurt Eyes in the blink unrehearsed Shield like a house closing doors Curved in the dark of yours