Disassemble every word Ive ever mumbled, I am sorry.. Youre the girl in a tale of harlotry and deprecation,. and Im the boy caught in this wave of you mean more than the air I breathe..
Crumple up these dirty leaves.. Im getting too high to breathe.. And, as Im clutching lines in the street,. she just keeps text messaging me.. You dont even know what it means,.
Mind if I hold this hand over top of your heart,. as I search for a pulse somewhere amidst the dark?. Searching for a life form somewhere between the sheets,.
Rose petals, rose petals, are falling, are falling,. crimson and cinnamon in color and texture.. These veins arent so skilled at holding their water,.