"So you were walking that tightrope,
you said it's starting to look like a noose,
it's and seems to me to just be a nuisance.
You were hanging your neck on high hopes,
you said, it's time my money called a truce,
it seems to me to be no use."

All I can smell is death,
the sun from my eyes a spurting bulb,
and I see no colour behind these shades
just cold steel hard pressed
and my body is no temple,
Oh how I roam,
in the fall,
when the curtains shakes like she leaves
Simple enough to make you wanna live.
Anyone so fucking stupid as to

He don't love you, like I love you, if he did he wouldn't break your heart.