[St. Breeze]
I looked at four her eyelids vacuumed tight
So the edges of her eyeballs became defined
Sorrow started to seep out of her emptied eyes
And a twinkling glaze formed overheartbroken veins
Now i know things are wrong when i want you to stop spinning it
Rest your wrists cus i cause more damage on it than off it
When i can't wait for winter for the trees to shed their leaves
So i know someone else has grown tired of their own skin
When im sad when iceburgs burn
'cus i yearn for the warmth of the worlds concern
The cakes you used to make every year
And every time i had a taste it was good
Now when i think it fills my throat
Burns like bubbling honey swells until i choke
Dribbling out like the mouth of a volcano
Forever staining my bottom lips rim
Like a morning toothpaste that water can't wash away
Well sit beside your bedside light until the morning comes and wraps you tight
Today the sunset is coloured a darker kind of grey
And the sounds through the walls are covered in a darker kind of shade
My skin peels when i rub my fingers on my face
Taking her eyes and his nose away
To an in-between place where my memories graze
Milking the colour from tomorrows face
The quiet crawls down my bedroom walls
Into a pool on the floor reflecting the white paint
Which pours through my blood flow my veins
Shed their skin like honeycomb
Organs have to heave to press out the air
Dont remember your smell dont remember your hair dont have a side of the bed