I have found my eyes in the ceiling again, with only all that I've already said left to say. Aware only of the weight of this silence. I thought I was trying; please say you saw me try. Not just a static crackle when my mouth bleeds. I want to feel the pressure of my bed springs, I want the things I used to run from to catch me. Tighten up my limbs until my blood screams like yesterday in the boughs; the sun bathing in the leaves, your feet trailing when we had to leave.
Гуру Песен