this is endless

These days are growing stale with the pace of the pig. We've found ourselves a kick and wig, chase the roads while pulling on your ligaments. While the night takes away the nails you left in the fences i've tailored the sea to see through sentences. Yeah I keep the road in my throat, i've left this house wtih a homesick coat. Yeah I keep my eyes courting to keep ourselves afloat. With your hands on chest you've birthed a new destination for every window broken in this town; you flirt with the firing squad's curtain. Called for containment in this room but this bed has grown with age and now im the heir of the last city in this place. You're mad at me because you lack a strategy for exit? Nobody hurts those who are damned but I can safely appoint the blessing upon their lips, if you please you can trace the days back to the tears on your face, teared from the old walls you have kissed for years. See while you're busy reuploading I've been choking on hands I cant break open. These are your red footprints? Call out to a sober anniversary. We sit in this house as if it were a lethal inyection, while I discharge the roof over our heads for a prison outfit you are using our one last call to check your voicemail. "Could it be? Could it be?" You are decomposing your story with the hope of that voice, hey, but this was always your drug of choice. While you are sleeping I've been doing my best to raise the waterline to the room of your voice, left a letter in the palm of your hands, well this has been a hell of a year but now ive found a face in these stairs.

You were never up for the articulation of a storm, all you've got is a two faced worm in your lungs. Now our riddles are all grown up but the words are still dead in my tounge, now I'd take a flame to the broken sanctuary but I've left my eyes on the sidebed. These days aint meant for promises unkept.

Guess what, ima find the way to sun.