Pulls me under

Held me over

Sets the tones to lose



A taste of anger

No remainder

Of the things we'd choose



Crumpled over

My composer

Just a skeleton



It turns me inward

But it figures

Forever's a dirty word.



Emotions wear my sleeve

This might be the last...



One or two ease the pain

It's nothing that we talk about.



No recollection

Of complexion

Could not place his face



I plead redemption

Or collection

Put me into place.



One or two ease the pain

It's nothing that we talk about.



Ease the pain.



Emotions wear my sleeve

This might be the last...



One or two ease the pain

It's nothing that we talk about.



This might be the last