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.