You don't know what I think or what I believe
You should probably pack your * and leave
While we miss each other still
Before we kill it
You better leave,
you better leave before we Steal our voices till we become
A parody of connection A cold war analog
We're coming like a cloudburst Nothing
is precious when you're ready for
your knives Now you're taking all the lives
You got me taking the servant's stairs
I grew up taking the servant's stairs
Right now it's like I'm right back there Still I won't go back again
One time I find you
Warm in the rain right next to me
One time I find you
Right next to me
Melancholy is an echo of a love that's leaving I know
what I believe in But I don't think I know myself
Now this place means nothing to me
Empty friendships and meaningless conversations Mediocre at best
If
we hold still in the darkness We may lose the time,
we may know our mind
Then I
fall in again
The one time I find you
Warm in the rain right next to me
One
time I find you Right next to me
It's just a loan,
precious like an ossuary It's like a box of bones
I'm just a box of bones And then the moment comes
I'm medicated, you wind me up
It's like the brainwashed are free of restraint
But we become Just a box of bones
Just a box of bones