So quiet.
Another wasted night.
The television steals the conversation.
Exhal
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head
Where I
Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep.
This air is
Always assuming the worst,
But you're going on none the
She fixes her lips,
They always looks perfect...
Never a smudge line,
Never
This is where I say I've had enough
No one should
I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd
So she says,
"Everyone's going to the party
Won't you come if
I heard about your trip.
I heard about your souveneirs.
So this is odd.
The painful realization that all has gone
Consider the odds, consider the obvious
The martyr is meaningless, the
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with
On the way home, this car hears my confessions.
I think
Sleep with all the lights on
You're not so happy, you're
This paint has been tasting of lead
And the chips will
