why do you scatter traces of people who love you on the floor?
and i dont know why but I feel like second hand consignment.

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger. I can feel you dreamin of me beneth the flesh of fallen angels. Do you believe

You were a song that I couldnt sing
you were a story I couldnt tell
Ive only ever loved myself
But Ive loved myself so well
And how defeated I return
youre nice and blue, youre nice and blue
I missed what I was supposed to learn
as all I learned about was missing you