shivering. it’s like the beating of a drum i’m drinking liquor out of skulls
lost the color in those eyes displaced as if the color was to blame for the feeling that something’s changed between us
letting go another dawn spectral love my mildew heart
it’s like the beating of a drum i’m drinking liquor out of skulls like when our dead leaves start to fall i’m just a tapestry on the wall
what ripped pages meant to say is different in every way there’s time and there’s place it’s different
