while the wind blew.
like the blue skies.
and the thunderstorms across the room,
between your thighs.
like the winter thunder storms,
that made our eyes bleed.
it all tends to break me.
like fists in faces and leaves on trees.
drown in a concrete jungle.
we are the best.
we are the everythings and nothings.
one more time, i'll pass out on the floor.
one more time, i've died once before.
one more time, i missed her,
this song is the song of departure.
this bottomless feeling of emptiness,
no answers, chaos.
is the cure.
we are not the cure.
nothing is the cure.