Tell me a rumor...
and I will make the room.
Unlock the bolted chain and let me behind that personal door.
Let me sand away the permanent lies off the hardwood floor.
And mop away the whispering dust forever tracking your trails.
Close the curtains, let no light into hidden
within this incandescent room's entrails.
Paint over the walls that would forever talk behind, in front and to the sides of our backs.
Encompassing the lies within the composite concrete cracks.
When you tell a lie; it breaks your mothers back...
I lied, I mean your mothers heart.
Now, restart...
that Rumor with the Truth.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
Tell me a rumor...
and I will make the room.
Unlock the bolted chain and let me behind that personal door.
Let me sand away the permanent lies off the hardwood floor.
And mop away the whispering dust forever tracking your trails.
Close the curtains, let no light into hidden
within this incandescent room's entrails.
Paint over the walls that would forever talk behind, in front and to the sides of our backs.
Encompassing the lies within the composite concrete cracks.
When you tell a lie; it breaks your mothers back...
I lied, I mean your mothers heart.
Now, restart...
that Rumor with the Truth.
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