Pulls me under
Held me over
Sets the tones to lose
A taste of anger
No remainder
Of the things we`d choose
Crumpled over
My composer
Just a skeleton
It turns me inward
But it figures
Forever`s a dirty word.
Emotions wear my sleeve
This might be the last...
One or two ease the pain
It`s nothing that we talk about.
No recollection
Of complexion
Could not place his face
I plead redemption
Or collection
Put me into place.
One or two ease the pain
It`s nothing that we talk about.
Ease the pain.
Emotions wear my sleeve
This might be the last...
One or two ease the pain
It`s nothing that we talk about.
This might be the last...