(no subject)

[crowbarmassacre]

and I've soiled these palms for no apparent reason
another opaque feeling
guilt is written on my fingers
apathy is ridden
all over the rooms
I've kept your clothes
I've slept in your t-shirts
and I sighed because of you

I hope you realized
I hope you compromised
I hope you intensified
those feelings in your stomach

(and the rest is shit because I am unable to finish the goddamn song...I hate music...)