I never told her "If you pull me closer, I'll be on my way." You'll call me over, but once you're sober you'll have nothing to say. Now once again I'm staring at the ceiling trying to ward off this sinking feeling.
And I awoke to the sound of decay rush from your aging face. (It's true)
But don't just stand there, wake me up from this nightmare.
Don't you remember that one December, before it got erased? So now I sever all of these tethers, and break from your embrace. but this is not the life you wanted. The colors washing off of the writings on the walls. Can you sing them back to me?
And I arose to the sight of your frame crumble and fade away. (You're bruised) Listen I'm sorry that I could not write it all down for you.
Tell me this disaster is not what you were after, but watch it pull me underground
children full of wonder whose world was torn asunder by cities turned to cinders and dust. If you abandon all your lovers, you're doomed to writhe and suffer wherever you may go, and I
you will sit in silence and cling to all your vices.
In doing so, leaving you crushed