Bleak and stale. It's salty **** licked at my neck Then turned and let me be A solid hammer of stone.
I smashed, smashed, smashed Away at your T.V. And pulled your hand through, All the while; Your lips just keep saying no and no, and so I let you go and let the sweaty sand drip off Of my boney fingertips. As if it was my way, Of letting your scent go Away with the Summer-time*snow.