IRC-Galleria

When i was thinking this
Was something permanent
You were already thinking
Of going away

Somehow better without this
Headlights fuck the city
Somewhere i'm broken
No sensations nevermore

What do you say when you speak
I sense no time
Discouraged television sleep
Not awake until it's dark

Somehow i never leave
This deadhouse
Somehow i don't mind being gone
And if you think you've seen me
I have to prove you
That you're wrong


Come as you are
As you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine.
I would shiver the whole night through.

Your smile has decayed
It will never be the same