Just above my head, I can hear your heart beating but I would not stand to let you in so I forgot what you long for and now what your terror is and stand side by side in the end we'll decide
when the pictures too scared for the work or well its for the walls we could never break down well this place is left empty there's too many places for the ones who cant hang around yeah your hum hem home
or hum home hem is there something that seeps slowly from your skin?
or oh does it drip drolly from your sense of whats a sin? i know that its never been easy but so many things, oh they've just never been oh, no no no.
but its true your heart, it was always a pure one you can feel it in each second guess but the things you prescribed for your self-preservation were mildly destructive at best, we were patient
and wondered sometimes, "where you headed?" but oh no, no we never knew despite all the things that you dreaded to find something fresh, something real, something true.