What can we scrape together
with just the flesh as evidence
handfuls of hate
and the bittersweet ambiveience.
Cause I am pushing cobwebs
and I'm folding into myself.
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
and it hurts coming back to life!
You could burn a thousand days
and I would need no other light.
You could die a thousand ways
and i'd still love you back to life.
But my needs rising angry
and my loneliness like quicksand.
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
and it hurts coming back to life!
I am lost to the longing
I am moulded by the memory.
Had to shut down half my mind
Just to still the space you left behind.
Cause I am pushing cobwebs
and I'm folding into myself.
Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
and it hurts coming back to life!