Zwan On The Meaning Of Loss
dawn for days
so fill your cup
one last sip it too much
moving on
the numb is gone
scratch the lens with my cuts
the ghost of us, is killing us
the ghost of us, is killing us
the ghost of us
sleep with me
turn down the lights
press you head to my side, in the side
and as we go
so goes us
just enough to get by
the ghost of us, is killing us
the ghost of us, is killing us
the ghost of us
empty noon
fall in love
one last sip from your cup, is too much
