why don;t you help me fill in the empty spaces
'cause hope is full of holes
& you know we;ve got to replace this
but i know you disguise your sadness & your surprise
& a heart you;ve grown to despise
we stare at each other with moon ears & glass eyes
& nothing;s said, or needed to be said because
the sheets in the bed have been stained red
& all these able bodied angels
with these apples in their heads
i don;t know whether to fuck you or to gut you like a fish

this joke is getting kind of personal
your laugh is like a scream that goes & goes & goes
i;m less invincible than terminal
your love is like a sore that grows & grows & grows

this is a sign of my own design, my own demise

& when i think this, i think i shouldn;t think this
i never miss, i;m crossing names off a list
i;m feeling nothing, i see nothing to shout about
you;ll never know exactly what you can;t live without.

don;t fucking touch me.

music: the calling; adrian
mood: weak