I formulate denials of
Your open mouth
Wishing death on worthless liars
Like yourself
And your always waiting
Just a floor beneath
To say I held my tongue
And find these faults in me
They say “blind eyes shine bright”
And that ribs have parted ways
I somehow can’t forget you’ve gone
But still won’t give anything away
To me this is all a played out script
Watch it be another breakdown
And then I hear of the things you did
And the clapping starts; god I hate the sound
And we’re all just treading ground
We still stand knee deep in
Sleeping in the backrow
Waiting for the intermission to end
