I've grown a crutch by my side It's quite unstable and unpredictable When I lose everything, it's all I lean on Yet, sometimes it breaks, and I fall I can stand on my own two feet But I'm afraid I won't get very far without you beside me
It's old and it's new Going round or changing the numbers that accrue Chiming and clicking for every moment I ever knew A stranger that marks each second and moon of blue Never dying on its march of eternity without a clue That it was never real but only perception's fool.
Sweat, on the sheets of another. His silhouette a tasteful composure. Blood of my lips savior to desolate, desperate fingertips. Savor me, far gone the ocean breeze. Down the avenue wet foot. You, I miss you...
you, special one, so enthralling indeed casting fits of need with viridescent pits of greed take me between your fists in the lifeless heat of night break a willful bird from the fantasy of flight what kind of crippling love do we breed when all is good only when I bleed? I bleed.