He says he can leave me with
an outlet, a bureau I can imprison
my heart in so it doesn't keep
making me feel emotion and guilt,
when all I cry for is pain when I'm numb
and numb when I hurt.
He deals me promises in his hands,
but the veins are bleeding
and I dream I am in an alleyway,
without a concept of daylight.
(give yourself up)
The moon sinks on our eyelids
and all is lost in the
"if I could"...
