I know exactly where I was when I first saw you the way I see you now, through eyes 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 never felt it, I'd never heard it. I know I loved you, did I even it when you returned it? There's no suspicion, no hesitation. Believing through the of sore adoration
Witness and know, fracture and Eyes in the fire unrehearsed like a house closing it's doors Curved in the rinses of yours
Ashtray is crowded, bottle is empty. No plays and nothing moves without drifting into a memory. apartment, no room 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 fire blink like a house closing it's doors Curved in the dark rinses of
In walks the darkness I without you. me; "Do I realize what I'd done and who I'd done to?" Indeed, I do know. It never leaves me, visits less often. It isn't gone and I won't feel it's grip soften without a coffin. Breathing beside me, feeling it's warmness, phantom affection gives a performance.
and know, fracture and hurt Eyes in the blink unrehearsed Shield a house closing it's doors Curved in the dark rinses of