It’s a nice way, I think
To wake up with you.
It’s a nice way, I am
Seperated from you.
It’s a nice way, I think
To wake up with you.
It’s a nice way, I am
Seperated from you.
Was it what I said?
As you turned the other cheek.
‘We could be okay’
So don’t put things this way
Now, there’s no circumstance,
where you’ll be fine.
As I’m searching through the tides
for one precious memory
I close my eyes
as the glow of light slowly fades
nothing’s the same
as I remember it to be.
sometimes life makes you the victim
sometimes it shifts the blame
and sometimes you put it on yourself
i will listen to the atmosphere
and simply be me
because every one fucking feels shit
and i feel like having a cigarette
For the love, Iʼd fallen on
in the swampy August dawn
what a mischief you would bring young darling!
when the onus is not all your own
when you’re up for it before you’ve grown
from the faun forever gone
in the towers of your honeycomb
I’d a tore your hair out just to climb back darling
when you’re filling out your only form
can you tell that itʼs just ceremon’
now you’ve added up to what you’re from
build your tether rain-out from your fragments…
break the sailor’s table on your sacrum…
fuck the fiercest fables, I’m with Hagen
for the love, comes the burning young
from the liver, sweating through your tongue
well, youʼre standing on my sternum don’t you climb down darling
oh the sermons are the first to rest
smoke on Sundays when youʼre drunk and dressed
out the hollows where the swallow nests
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