Two souls inside a picture frame
Nothing changes, always stays the same...
There’s dead men in the reservoir
In the water that we drink...
we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity...
Grief stared at the sonogram with me
for the weeks that turned into months...
The air in here is strange
I’ll admit I am afraid...
The father still loves me
And he loves you too...
I've been wandering around this plane
It seems to exist in two meaningful places...
Your spectre keeps me sleepless
Smiling wide into the darkness...
My mascara was perfect.
It wasn't too watery, nor too dry...
You made me hate our favorite
song we would blast...
I went missing,
but you wont see my face on...
They say ignorance is bliss,
but I couldn't help but think about...