Lassitude your demeanor. You go on getting leaner. As they dearly sell you anodynes and death. And you're restless. . Have you knocks at all the doors?.
Don't do it again, girl. . Can you hear yourself?. A saner man would run from the things. Coming out your mouth. Your voice is all barbed wire and it stings.
Don't put all Your hopes in this flesh. This flesh, this mess I am. Empty promises, my steady diet. Won't be quiet till I. . Spread, so thin devotion.
Won't make do with your games. And your slamming the door. So fall down, fall through. So have done with your vice and your virtue. . It will take a lot to make it right.
It has been way too long, since back when. Jasmine, I've been wrong. I've been wrong about nothing. You're still the same, I wish you changed. . It's still your game, by your rules.
Every time I try to make it, make it happen. I just fake it, I think it's over and I blink, it's over. Every time I screw up, I never let up. And I keep forgetting to think it over 'cuz I blink, it's over.
Gone away, gone away forever. Not to come back home. I did stay all the night through with you. Without knowing you, gone. . Without time for the world to breathe on.