you told me to take a new approach and let the hawk tighten it's grip around my throat we are leftover vultures and you have stolen our might
asinine beliefs drug induced apathy my apartment's scattered with make believe an old sign of cindered sorrow
you left this place with weakened scars and inferno tears to inform me of tomorrow you held in your apology like you had a stake in your foolish astrology
seldom a fond guide and instead a heartless wretch you manifested illusive love and pulled the strings to tear us apart