Can you smoke the smoke
Choking the cold?
Can you hold the rope
Holding my bones?
you know we wont
go when shes alone
she wont i know
she wont meet the ghosts
or will she?
What lies in the blush of the skin?
we gently touched
Fingertips.
What time is the rush,
Adrenaline,
She said she was
Fingerless
but she played guitar like she wishes it was in tune
But neatly we drift apart like
She wishes this blood was blue
she wants to see beneath the wrist
by and by septembers black tides pass me from it,
so she quits singing and lifts the stars
we were never as high as she wants it
you me and everything between the skin
slowly it swings up and back in the dark
we learned "forever" that night,
and we loved it
We flick the cords
he sang like wires
shes in the shore,
he waves goodbye for
he is the lord
Drinking my fire;
Sweet little boy,
Weak fading smile.
Yeah
I feel unborn
like screams deform
Like i couldn't talk
I couldn't climb so
I peel the floor
right clean from yours
while she stood and walked
by wooden white yeah
like perfect life forms
light couldnt quite show
show us;
She gave us the choice
And an angels voice that wakes us below,
We take comforts eyes
And she sang just a bit higher
She fades with nothing inside her
we made nothing void
and act strangled before nooses hug the throat
she played lover-like
and escaped from the big spider,
We made him sunbeams despite her.
and he lit up the choice between either
being in love, but that feeling is low
or next to nothing besides hurt
as he flicked the dead and noiseless empty lighter,
and leaving to die tonight but feeling higher.
feeling in love is that
feeling enough
we sleep above the black
reel in the sun
we need the touch of that
is she really a lier
a cheater behind the sheet,
pulling strings; shes a spider.
an eater of flies, of me.
if we really are tired
what brings her to fight with me
burning me shes the fire
an eater of life from me.
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