The Leaver and the Left

your favourite rite a candle light your skin, a knife a growing scar you feel guilty please lean on me just ask yourself what makes you deaf outside, it's war you hate this noise these cut and dried opinions this flowing crowd who moves about you jus

I use to fall asleep in front of the tv I wish I had shoulders to put my head on I get drunk every night I give my cat a smite cause he never understand a word I say I can feel the clay something with delay then I do the dishes no one to dry the glas

you pretend everything is fine but when you open up your eyes you can see the dislike so many things that you deny but please just open up your arms compare his love with mine a choice to do no matter who according to my wife your shoot and fail near

i don't know if you're safe now i don't know if i mind if i was two years older i would have keep you mine you were free to leave but please remember when by searching for heaven i've built myself a home all night long with him like a strong glory wh

sorry little lola you seem to be away from the girl we used to gaze on every weekday i don't know if you still like the teenage you were by now i remember that you always wanted to be the leader of the pack, the sole queen of beauty with all of these

it's such a miracle the silence in my head let me raise my bottle to my lips, to my brain take away the riffle i've bought it just in case i've been unlovable to family and friends to you to me from hope to death or at least pain it's been a miracle

a sailor that you kiss sweetly lost, in your reverie no need to wake up early you're not drown, you're not drown a soldier that you love safely in front of the tv you're living vicariously you're not drown, not yet drown to the men you meet to the fr