lately I keep seeing ravens flying over
landing on that tree branch like shadows of my lovers
staring at me like I'm what they're after
and then they will leave
I don't miss things til they will come back never
the sun it rises but doesn't make me feel much warmer
I know that I have dreams that I can never remember
and nothing stays in here
but the only thing I can do is to run to the same street
hope all I will see is the clock that tells me when I can leave
I'm all tied up in this perfect closure
drinking the wine that bleeds out of my inner soldier
I find it giving an unspeakable pleasure
for my loneliness
now I'm drunk in this pool of liquor
watching all the bottles floating around like the best swimmers
making noises that cools my fever
and then they will drown
I can't see those birds til it's getting too close to a failure
they set me on fire but it makes me feel much better
I know I love things that will eventually turn into ash forever
so I keep closing my eyes
then I will cry at this hopeless scene
wishing me not as the same as my father
I'm overwhelmed in this endless measure
counting the birds have come out of the farthest corner
I don't see **** that draws me a picture
of your existence
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
lately I keep seeing ravens flying over
landing on that tree branch like shadows of my lovers
staring at me like I'm what they're after
and then they will leave
I don't miss things til they will come back never
the sun it rises but doesn't make me feel much warmer
I know that I have dreams that I can never remember
and nothing stays in here
but the only thing I can do is to run to the same street
hope all I will see is the clock that tells me when I can leave
I'm all tied up in this perfect closure
drinking the wine that bleeds out of my inner soldier
I find it giving an unspeakable pleasure
for my loneliness
now I'm drunk in this pool of liquor
watching all the bottles floating around like the best swimmers
making noises that cools my fever
and then they will drown
I can't see those birds til it's getting too close to a failure
they set me on fire but it makes me feel much better
I know I love things that will eventually turn into ash forever
so I keep closing my eyes
then I will cry at this hopeless scene
wishing me not as the same as my father
I'm overwhelmed in this endless measure
counting the birds have come out of the farthest corner
I don't see **** that draws me a picture
of your existence
