I know where I was when I first saw you the way I see you now, through these eyes waiting to retry. Those pristine days, I recall so fondly. So few are trials when a life lonely, and now if only. I'd never 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 the eyes of sore adoration
and know, fracture and hurt Eyes in the blink unrehearsed like a house closing it's doors Curved in the rinses of yours
Ashtray is crowded, bottle is empty. No music plays and nothing without drifting into a memory. Busy apartment, no room for grieving. Sink full of and no trouble believing that you are leaving. Mid-sentence tremors, mind at it's weakest. One way of shaking off the thoughts it sleeps with.
and know, fracture and hurt Eyes in the blink unrehearsed Shield like a closing it's doors Curved in the dark rinses of
In walks the I pitch without you. Asks me; "Do I what 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 grip soften without a coffin. Breathing beside me, it's warmness, phantom affection gives a human performance.
Witness and know, and hurt Eyes in the fire blink Shield like a closing it's doors Curved in the rinses of yours