there's a constant rainstorm in my head
I buried her a week ago
every cold gust of wind makes me feel alive
and everything else doesn't
the days are now just dominoes to push over
nothing feels right, just familiar
I sleep on memory needles
and I'm weighed down by boulders
may I make it through one more year
you can bury me next to her
although she wouldn't want me there
the earth will hold my wishes
the pain is immeasurable in words
say what you will about my honesty
she's still out there somewhere, in the ground
happier than she was with me
I sleep on memory needles
they're poisoned with regret that never ends
I swear to god I'm dying inside
so bury me next to my love
there's only emotionless action now
the end result is my own doing
I took the one thing that mattered most
and I strangled it with my bare hands
1 comment:
damn bro.
i feel those words. you need to sing over some piano and acoustic guitar with them.
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