get the sinking feeling

you're behind my head again

and the more I weed, the more it grows

and here I am, hung by my toes

the time spent set in cement

spent wasting my time

when i could have been pulling it down



it's my release



held down, entangled

it's a web of my own making

and this desolation's shaking me apart

build it up, paste it up, stick it up

stuck up. fucked. such a shame

my defences have become my own restrictions



my love

talk to me

it's a bone orchard

you cast your shadow

on my heart

it's a bone orchard