i haven't seen you since that brooklyn night i guess it's been about a year by now cold and rainy, in a poets words dark and crimson in a drunken way i was frozen in a window pane kind of like i was on a movie screen your hair was darker than i remembered it i was as awkward as i could have been so much has changed it seems nothing ever changes i found a way to wear a thousand different faces
time creeps into my dreams breathe deep fill your lungs with me
headaches, stalemates chest names, i'm trembling ink stains, text to burn am i leaving, am i leaving i found your face in my dreams the last two nights what are you doing here what am i singing for a window setup groaning to the clutch the clutch has always been right there for him i'm sorry i'm pushing her away i'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway i'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway so much has changed it seems nothing ever changes