I've Stolen from Posters and Drawings - The Taste Of Blood

Lick your lips for me one last time

So I can see the reflection of horror on your face

The dying whim and other words deemed poetic

Everyone has their own path to follow

But their tracks are on my back

I’ve been crying sunscreen for so long

So then when you bring the sunshine you can’t see my tears

How can you say that you will let this fly forever?

When you don’t know how

long that is

Trying to understand what’s incoherent will only bring more pain than it’s worth

And I don’t know how long to go on like this

Seeing through an insomniac’s perspective

Brings a bunch of new points of view

Today I watched the sun rise on grey and clouded skies

I’ve been crying these tears for so long