Lyrics

Fuck this trust
As flaccid as this rotten lust
The wind's catharsis melts into honey in your hands
You sip the sweet sad solemn nectar
And tell me you could never stand to see me cry
"Never"
But the walls are made of paper
They stain when you bleed out in my arms
The smallest taste of your affection
To me, it's a crown of thorns
Playing dress up
Doesn't Make Me feel any better
The pills I take just make me worry better
Your foreign flute
A Subconscious mute
Your lonely tune
Twice removed from any sense of worth
Written by: Danny Keanr
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