Pulls me under

Held me over

Sets the tones to lose

A taste of anger

No remainder

Of the things we'd choose

Crumpled over

My composer

Just a skeleton

It turns me inward

But it figures

Forever's a dirty word

Emotions wear my sleeve

This might be the last...

One or two ease the pain

It's nothing that we talk about

No recollection

Of complexion

Could not place his face

I plead redemption

Or collection

Put me into place

One or two ease the pain

It's nothing that we talk about

Ease the pain

Emotions wear my sleeve

This might be the last...

One or two ease the pain

It's nothing that we talk about

This might be the last...