keep seeing skeletons reappear under my bed
with these curtains still opened
i keep walking down the same dead end
and i'm tired of trying i'm tired of keeping this at bay
my conscience lacks i'm still missing your touch your smile, your warmth
i keep repeating myself
i keep losing track of every teardrop
but the windows are never closed
i am freezing to death by keeping you away
"leave me, leave me, don't stay here too long"
i beg you please, i beg you don't leave
i have lost myself, i think I'm lost in you
and the ceiling leaks with tears it is drowning me
and all those empty shells on the walls start to talk again
nothing makes sense not even my own image
i'm needless to say, I haven't got a moment's rest
and can you remember those pictures i sent
with that friend beside me, who died some days ago
you knew i was in pain, you knew i needed you
you left me with nothing, you left me to die
and those holes inside me, you made them even wider
and that coat you left still smells of you leaving
can't you remember those nights spent in the parking lot
those nights coming home drunk as never before
when you cried yourself to sleep i was there holding your hair
when the morning sun was smiling you were wide awake
now i'm in the rain and listening to your name
An inspired triumph for the best post-hardcore in existence right now. The musicianship is top-notch here, spilling over with knotted, yet conversely open arrangements that resound with what I'd imagine American Football's circuitous guitar wizadry would sound like if woven into the brilliant, screaming, sonic chaos of Daitro. brantly