n.u ( after the winter)
behind those eyes, behind them
There's a father who spiritually died
I'm the name of whole, things have fallen
Apart and you are beginning to depart
elegant curves against the lines of written destiny
Bullets tipped with vanity scale your household
because the blood of his Pain is on my hands again
and I can't seem to control the whimpers of guilt
As you mutter and flutter, the sense I don't understand
Your runaway song, the one you sing to your half brothers as the
Sun sets, sing that to me, blinding me under your charm
you and him define me as the one crafted by unwanted pity
As I gaze to the horizon the urges to run and leave the whole package
Behind haunts the seconds till we meet again
Awfully unsatisfied you are in your attempts to set the sun
Why don't you take that pen and draw up a list of your ex lovers instead?
For it would give me peace runners may finally be able to settle