Bury Your Dead Sympathy Orchestra
This is a letter I started and
I'll ever get the chance to finish it.
I left the spaces here for you to fill in.
Cross them out, cross me out of the picture.
We've been living a weeks worth of truth in a years worth of lies.
Now I feel so damaged.
So broken
So hollow
Now Reach out for me,
Touch these cracking ribs.
Sometimes I think you forgot my name
Sometimes I feel you forget my face
The way you lick your lips
Your body temperature climbs
You look at me
Like you were looking at
Last night
The way you lick your lips
Your body temperature climbs
Sometimes I think you forgot my name
Sometimes I feel you forget my face
