This tension is growing along with us, holding out, we feel it, It stays through storms and summers now, with no end. These days seem to shorten when
All that is calm wake no more... Stay and sleep until this ends. All is till. Warm and dark. Wait inside this quiet
no interest in this motion. It's leading us too far, don't react and it's all, I know that there's no right way to... words failing. We're breeding sour
you break down systematically when everything is black and white and red Is up for living enough to sleep at night? you must be tired now from days and
this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs. The list of dead goes on and on and on. The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding, up broken
I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given. Well that formula for caving in has now seceded, from a courthouse filled with empty judges
Forcing this to bend until breaking it apart. Supposing this doesn't have to be anymore than thought. For now it's not, and if I could just talk to you
and now it seems so odd to me that I believed in anything, will this winter hold let go in spring? Becoming more than how I'm viewing everything. This
the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left within this room. To watch instead, it's light somehow will wash this out, this image, from playing out
I must confess that nothings changed for now. While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way, into our beds while we sleep. Can't you see
you talk talk talk of how you're looking forward. But it's not changing anything. You don't see that where you were is where you are, no matter what
Paper cuts leave trails A good distraction Is what I got to. I've got this corner window I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall It takes
