As pale as the days were blue An illness so convincing How ever did you pull through? From the medway to my ears One sonnet so degrading How ever could I thank you
The room is spiraling The walls are closing in The truth's been splattered Over you with oil paint
As tender as the heart is raw Raise the bottle to your glass face And let those spinal cords unwind
The room is spiraling The dice are tumbling The extent of my education exceeds
