What do you say to the things that you hate
when they’re coming alive in the back of your mind
What do you say when you hate what you’ve made
when you’re trying to trust but you’re fucking it up
down like a dove comes a sign
as a tear to the cheek from her lovesick eye
and then like the lord
she wasn’t there anymore
I wait for the day like inevitable rain
where, just like the dust, I will swallow you up
and down like a flood comes a sign
as I tug on her hem like a sleepless child
and down like a flood comes a sign
in the form of a man clearly loosing his mind
then like the lord that man wasn’t there anymore
with your hand in my hand and your head on my chest
I was kissing your neck till I ran out of breath
sometimes you got no choice
to face what you fear the most
to say that I need this
would be an understatement