Apr 26, 2017
I stare at myself, the whole world keeps turning. I went out in the storm, I felt the house burning. The kiss on my lips starts to feel unfamiliar. A part of me rots, my skin all turns silver. You tell a classic story smothered underneath formality. I'll portray the old shag carpet, you can walk all over me. If I turn to stone the whole world keeps turning. I went out in the storm and I'm never returning.