In between my lungs sits a heart older than the body it rests in, and on my head is a crown I've built for myself but will never be worthy to bear, and in my bed lies a woman my over eager hands don't deserve.
I've forgot the sound of your voice and a gentle knocking to the door of my chest won't stir my busy mind from the distractions I've caught myself into. I took your grace and buried it with my cares some time ago. I have every intention to fail in this world so I fake success and put a tired smile on my weary face.
Your name never never makes it past my lips, my sincerity never makes it past my teeth, and your love never makes it past my skin.
Grab me, shake me, wake me, from these futile attempts to escape reality. Is it coincidence this body decays each and every day?