Hannah Flowersit sure does hurt to lose my love, doesn’t it?
don’t dig yourself a grave if you don’t want to lie in it
the harshest winter is one of indifference
and i don’t believe hell is fire and brimstone
it’s ice and stalactites and sharp, frozen bones
and you stumble upon it on your way home
after a long night with your newest belt notch
your breath riddled with cigarettes and scotch
and i won’t melt you, i’ll stand by and watch
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh