Soaking my eyes up on your sweat
Choking my lungs out on regret
Making the world revolve again
Just to show him I'm still not dead.
Weigh you way through the mirror
Be able to look at yourself fully
From behind.
Negotiate with your mind
To prove that your not that blind.
After all, what do we seek?
When shall is shan't we can not speak
With legs queerly crossed
Left to weep
They made us smell our own two feet.
You, me and underestimated overpopulated us,
clenched in the grasp we willingly created.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
Soaking my eyes up on your sweat
Choking my lungs out on regret
Making the world revolve again
Just to show him I'm still not dead.
Weigh you way through the mirror
Be able to look at yourself fully
From behind.
Negotiate with your mind
To prove that your not that blind.
After all, what do we seek?
When shall is shan't we can not speak
With legs queerly crossed
Left to weep
They made us smell our own two feet.
You, me and underestimated overpopulated us,
clenched in the grasp we willingly created.