Lyrics

Pulls me under Held me over Sets the tones to lose A taste of anger No remainder Of the things we'd choose Crumpled over My composer Just a skeleton It turns me inward But it figures Forever's a dirty word Emotions wear my sleeve This might be the last... One or two ease the pain It's nothing that we talk about No recollection Of complexion Could not place his face I plead redemption Or collection Put me into place One or two ease the pain It's nothing that we talk about Ease the pain Emotions wear my sleeve This might be the last... One or two ease the pain It's nothing that we talk about This might be the last...