curtain call...
i saw my future
in the ashes of your cigarette,
sitting at the bar,
bottles shine with last nights regret.
you found my heart,
hiding in your curtains,
my clothes were on your floor,
my pulse, so discerning.
they found my body,
laying on a stage,
words on my chest,
and a spotlight on my face...
it was crooked.
in the ashes of your cigarette,
sitting at the bar,
bottles shine with last nights regret.
you found my heart,
hiding in your curtains,
my clothes were on your floor,
my pulse, so discerning.
they found my body,
laying on a stage,
words on my chest,
and a spotlight on my face...
it was crooked.