My hallowed eyes
Carved darkened shadows
In the floral skies;
And my endless wonder
Disheartens the sun
But it runs with the thunder
When all's said and done

put us down
where our dreams go to die
in the dusty old attic
where our throats become dry

in ten or so years
you will strumble across
what could have been
and what you thought you had lost

Sometimes I wonder
If I will always be broken
Like there's so much damage
That I can't be unbroken

Sometimes I wonder
If there's a end to this night
Because I'm still in this tunnel
And I can't see the light

Bottle my tears
Bottle them away
To the back of the shelf
Take them far
Far away

Playing with an idea
that got tangled in my hands
wrapped around the concept
of all my selfish demands

I'll be the architect
of my own tragic demise
when I'm building my walls
as high as the skies

explore the forest of my eyes
understand my bones
study my body
all my brassy undertones
surf through my skin
where the ocean ripple
like an overflowing river
and you've had more than a tipple
learn all my head
like I'm your mother tongue
as though you're addicted to venom
and you've just been stung