Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm

All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget

That I'll soon forget



Tell me again that part how you didn't feel a thing

That part how you never actually  really ever did

And lift yourself from my grip

But don't fall asleep



Nothing you say can or will ever penetrate

These walls that I create

When you spew that barage of insulting words



No that isn't all, that isn't all



Five stitches seal the crease

From the fit fueled by your aching

You're so temperamental darling

With your little disease

I'm happy for you baby, but I don't wanna know