Tuesday, August 24, 2010

She says it’s all lower and I can’t seem to hold her
Just another blurry moment in her glass world
It’s slipping away, all the control that seemed to be my cure

Foot steps to the kitchen with a spilled trail of self abuse
His abuse
If she wants it’ll be her last taste
Her abuse

Foggy screen and fingers burning
I can still hear her sweat hitting my chest
What I thought was my focus
Wanted to be her final test

If I crawl into this comfort once more
If I put on that robe and clean the sides
I’d wish for her to be awake

If she finds that story she lost…
He’d still make it all in his mind