Sympathy Orchestra - Bury Your Dead

This is a letter I started and

I"ll ever get the chance to finish it.

I left the spaces here for you to fill in.

Cross them out, cross me out of the picture.

We"ve been living a weeks worth of truth in a years worth of lies.

Now I feel so damaged.

So broken

So hollow

Now Reach out for me,

Touch these cracking ribs.

Sometimes I think you forgot my name

Sometimes I feel you forget my face

The way you lick your lips

Your body temperature climbs

You look at me Like you were looking at Last night

The way you lick your lips

Your body temperature climbs

Sometimes I think you forgot my name

Sometimes I feel you forget my face