[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