From the album
The Stomach For It
I don't need to wait for somebody
just to call my own, let them take what is left of me
I just need to find my soul…
When the lights go out am I all alone?
Live it up, while you wait for it.
Live it up, lose a day for it.
And I know that it goes without saying
that modern complexion is irrelevant here.
That the only means of air flow is brought by the scent of your hair.
That candlelight serves better on the inside, not out.
That the square engulfs the circle like the scream engulfs the shout.
I'm made of stone.
Medicate the unknown.
Serve me in small piece so you'll never eat alone.
You hold on to a fraction of the pigmentation that was left behind.
Rubble built on lies.
And I know that we were happy well before it was said that involuntary motion
never felt so bad.
Tasting every notion of my writers block is just cause of effect of staring
at this clock.
Now I'm walking to the ocean, looking to the sea…
Praying it will drown my sorry with whats left of me.
Fill my lungs, now there's nothing left to say.