You long for rest And count the awful days. You speak like Nothings ever challenged you before. Away with words, You start to disagree. You look like Something must've had at you before, And I knew it would happen.
I tried to get the light. It's part of why I risk my head In light of having more; And heaven knows, Heaven knows me.
It's in my work, The cast is setting in. I hang like no one's ever Knocking at the door. So love this sense, And start your bothering. I paint the colors that Enamored you before.
I'm so pathetic.
It knows me well enough To understand my longing. Those walls are closing in. I will divide. I'm ready.
