Spitting into a broken flesh torn
Convoluted insult salutation
Speak the language of the ignored
And bare the second unexpected blade in the surprise pocket
And cover their dumfounded gaze
With blood from the wound that was otherwise their claim
That their eyes couldn't feel the reflection of you
And careful lovers wish for dead skinned eyes
And the crushing blows to crush and blow
Before they catch the time for it to weep
But it never comes soon enough
Then builds the story of grieving
And I'm caught inside
And I'm reminded that I
That I always leave
I'm reminded
That I always leave
I'm reminded