A thousand rainy days. And I spoke on tongues that talk of saints. Burned down days like cigarettes. For your hollow praise. Down the days that you forget.
It's like torture. I can't say no and that's no lie. It's torture. Get closer. I bite my lip and burn so cold. Closer. Tell myself. Yeah, I'm all you need.
The flowers they cover your feet. All the colors of you. And they shine over all I see. And all I see. . Is all of the tears that I spent. Those that fell over nothing.