Cow - Rule 62, Tom Lord-Alge

Sorry, these stains are just the stains that come inside me

This box that you buy inside, you get the whole me

This change looks like pain when I wake up in the morning

The place where you used to be now looks so boring

Looking for what we squeeze the life out of with both hands

We all know there’s no guarantees in this land

She turns into the worst in you and I fall

Into the arms that are still just the arms of my best friend

And she says change is sacred,

I guess you know you changed my head,

I couldn’t fake it, I killed myself, now I am dead

I guess it’s understood

What I think is good for me can be no good

Now I know I believe

I do not need my eyes to really see

«Don't cry» she said, «life is sacred».