[St. Breeze]

I looked at four her eyelids vacuumed tight

So the edges of her eyeballs became defined

Sorrow started to seep out of her emptied eyes

And a twinkling glaze formed overheartbroken veins

Now i know things are wrong when i want you to stop spinning it

Rest your wrists cus i cause more damage on it than off it

When i can't wait for winter for the trees to shed their leaves

So i know someone else has grown tired of their own skin

When im sad when iceburgs burn

'cus i yearn for the warmth of the worlds concern

The cakes you used to make every year

And every time i had a taste it was good

Now when i think it fills my throat

Burns like bubbling honey swells until i choke

Dribbling out like the mouth of a volcano

Forever staining my bottom lips rim

Like a morning toothpaste that water can't wash away

Well sit beside your bedside light until the morning comes and wraps you tight

Today the sunset is coloured a darker kind of grey

And the sounds through the walls are covered in a darker kind of shade

My skin peels when i rub my fingers on my face

Taking her eyes and his nose away

To an in-between place where my memories graze

Milking the colour from tomorrows face

The quiet crawls down my bedroom walls

Into a pool on the floor reflecting the white paint

Which pours through my blood flow my veins

Shed their skin like honeycomb

Organs have to heave to press out the air

Dont remember your smell dont remember your hair dont have a side of the bed