Sentiment Lyrics
Was there ever space beyond this validated pace of blatant care in spite of loveless nights of arms around you? Skewed with hugeness and metaphysics to lift them off and drift this lawless scoff at your rawness. Unvarnished and feeling, like your skin was pink and peeling. So indiscreet to these freezing feet these antenna thoughts are caught in moss and shaking wrists that pills dismiss, yet you expect the stillest kiss. Well, wish for other streets. Your sleep is mockery when solid you falls through the ghost of me
Is there a point where safety becomes a term earned through less beatings of self? Instead maybe given in arms soft as sounds I found under bridges and wreathes as a child with maps and shovels and muffled midnight whispers of there being no more than this space and this blanket and your curved shape for the next two years. Thinking of the dust in the corners of thousands of buildings and the hundreds of millions of unknown names spilling the sentiment of needing it back. The time when the brightness didn't give into black edges vignetting the sun setting fervently, fleeing the embarrassing starfish of me pulled in multiplicity
So what then of safety? Of screaming in showers? The filth washing off and my eyes pushing flowers between the graves of the people who played equal parts in equating the person with no self sitting alone and hating himself. Though coddled by bottles and sent to the island he hides in and has been. Since losing his grip on the ship docked on rocks where the tide could reach if empathy really ever existed in the speech and long seconds reserved for a different pen. One which writes in moments when the paper is unnecessary, and white noise holds back it's own lack of blaring meaning that I can't stop finding. This winding rhyme entwines time and sick kinds of reminders for a purpose maybe murdered in avalanches at the disadvantage of genetics
What can be expected of Faust in this body?
Feeding it coffee and page bottoms, stopping the honesty?
(Who are you?
And what do you want from me?
I can't hear the shape of you from here
Three years on
Do I remember you wrong?
Do I remember you wrong?)