In the scar only a tear could cleave, I bleed inside this infinity chanel has weaved
I stand underneath the rain of mascara streaks, I know forever stands in-between
Have you ever thirsted for heaven after centuries of fallen within a spiralling heat?
I don’t think you know the numbness slowly growing is a malaise bittersweet
I come, and then go again, to arrive once more at a scene of wondering aimlessly
What is the price of gambling with your peace, I know this all too intimately
Grasped the air with fingers at thoughts only of the you now just out of reach
The calls unanswered are of a hell clasped in the whiting iron of chattering teeth
Her tears were the tumbling of stars being extinguished on the coldest street
When did I get to be with this callousness of talons and wings for the one I glean?
You’re like the air I erred on wasted dialing for tones that’ll never be a moment before click
Can you miss even the mundaneness of things, the twang idled until you remembered it?
I could steal and leave lingerings of a phantom pain, the ambrosia from a lover’s lips tastes
How do you forget the look of the ethereal shattering in planes of colour, now pal eass traces
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In the scar only a tear could cleave, I bleed inside this infinity chanel has weaved
I stand underneath the rain of mascara streaks, I know forever stands in-between
Have you ever thirsted for heaven after centuries of fallen within a spiralling heat?
I don’t think you know the numbness slowly growing is a malaise bittersweet
I come, and then go again, to arrive once more at a scene of wondering aimlessly
What is the price of gambling with your peace, I know this all too intimately
Grasped the air with fingers at thoughts only of the you now just out of reach
The calls unanswered are of a hell clasped in the whiting iron of chattering teeth
Her tears were the tumbling of stars being extinguished on the coldest street
When did I get to be with this callousness of talons and wings for the one I glean?
You’re like the air I erred on wasted dialing for tones that’ll never be a moment before click
Can you miss even the mundaneness of things, the twang idled until you remembered it?
I could steal and leave lingerings of a phantom pain, the ambrosia from a lover’s lips tastes
How do you forget the look of the ethereal shattering in planes of colour, now pal eass traces
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