THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I dreamed I kissed you in an elevator, trying for some form of honesty, we left your sister upstairs, I said please pray for me there
It's interesting, I think, to be separated from your illusions, because I'm not really sure what it is I ever had. I don't feel like I'm hanging on something so unattainable, nothing based on chance. The swing of the knife
Everything's a little electric now, a little deep, a little dark
I keep trying for something honest, and all I get is this