Killers in vivid colors and shapes on days sweeter than red seedless grapes while I lean against cold walls pondering growth opportunities
You and me deserve better expressed via hand firing poetic justice as arrogance festers around drains catching tears
Afraid of being alone when being alone is the only way home we’ve been gone far too long without motivation to stay strong gaps between songs
Define loneliness on rainy days covered in a bedroom made into a tomb breathing no air lungs out of space, tears, liquid brooms
Expressing your hidden sensations I’ll be forever waiting gifting clarity.