Now, in silence I’m always ashamed.
But it’s enough to watch you stay the same.
I put your face on everything these days.
November;
Look what how much you spent.
His lithe piano fingers all bent.
The nightmare says tonight, alright, don’t start.
Don’t think the sun won’t leave a mark.

See, I’m in love with a sound.
And I’m afraid of having you around.
You were a tease, the sparkling scene,
Up on the floor before us fair-weather lovers could
Breathe.

And in time, our rhymes, our face, your clutch,
Your hand, your band, too bad, it’s gone.
I dare you to prove we were there at all.
But tonight, in step, so light, a chance,
Remove, my crimes, from drawers, to fight
The slight of hand, goddamn,
It never looked so right.

And: to my turned back you explained:
It’s just a half-answer; it won’t change.
It winked at us from the subtle parts of night
A cataclysmic sight.
And we’ll be cataclysmic in time.
And we’re cataclysmic, alright.

See, I’m in love with a sound.
And I’m afraid of having you around.
You were a tease, the sparkling scene,
Up on the floor before us fair-weather lovers could
Breathe.

To my questions you gave your time.
To my quick throat you gave a mind.
To my sullen glances you gave a summer night.
To my poor chances you gave a knife.

And in so many slippery days
I love to say I know you’ll never change.
You gave me the right to know that I’m awake.
I’d love to stay but I’m called away.
You gave me the right to know that I’m awake.
You gave me the right to know that I’m awake.

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If this was on an album the album would be called "adventures in sentimentality" or "sentimental Frankenstein paradigm." REVIEW REVIEW

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