How's it stand?
What are we?
Let that sand flush my cheeks,
wear me out,
keep me clean,
keep me longing,
keep that quiet company,
wear me out,
I heard a voice telling me,
like your smoke waving,
and my eyes repine,
wear me out
that wick wont burn away,
it's giving uneven rings.
Wear me out,
like a sister haunting absence,
like a sister who's finally had it,
like a room left open just for being kept,
like some lonely facet,
like the promise of a place and knowing you're neither here nor there,
wear me out,
and the tree tops like crooked beliefs,
cross hatch crows feet reaching for the Baltimore heat,
and I repine faster and faster now,
your wick wont burn away.
What are we without regret?
What are we?
Wear me out.
What are we without that end?
Without that d**h? That darkness?
Wear me out.
There's so many parallels from then until now,
we try to believe,
we keep telling ourselves,
it's a flaw that can't be faked.
I heard a voice pa**ing through,
and I know it's never you,
and I know what I'm looking to find,
and I repine faster and faster now,
your wick wont burn away.