in retrospect
in retrospect
what if the stars were only burning ashes
and the night sky was black flame
and how could one really be certain
which deity would take the blame
between my wrists and this sharp glass
her face still burns inside my mind
my fists struck one too many times
ive tried to put it all behind
oh bottle please dont suffocate
intentions werent to go this far
ill take whatever i can get
and fear the distance to her heart
suburban waste feeds my mistrust
i miss the twisted life ive lost
what trace of wisdom still remains
will haunt me with the steady cost
im stuck inside an old love song
reliving; not alive at all
please give me something for the pain
its hard to hide with just one wall
her fragile hands have found a way
to snap my ribs; to crush my skull
these wounds still fresh as morning mist
im lame beneath gravity pull
what if the stars were only burning ashes
and the night sky was black flame
and how could one really be certain
which deity would take the blame
between my wrists and this sharp glass
her face still burns inside my mind
my fists struck one too many times
ive tried to put it all behind
oh bottle please dont suffocate
intentions werent to go this far
ill take whatever i can get
and fear the distance to her heart
suburban waste feeds my mistrust
i miss the twisted life ive lost
what trace of wisdom still remains
will haunt me with the steady cost
im stuck inside an old love song
reliving; not alive at all
please give me something for the pain
its hard to hide with just one wall
her fragile hands have found a way
to snap my ribs; to crush my skull
these wounds still fresh as morning mist
im lame beneath gravity pull