I was looking at the leaves
Climbing to the tops of the trees
But you were nowhere to be found,
Just beneath all the green
You were buried like a little seed
Among the roots and underground,
I was licking at the leaves
But i was in short sleeves and you.
You were like some sickness that I caught.
My sweetheart moved away,
Swept off like garbage in the alleyway
I need more grace than I thought.

Brother, I'm far away from everything good!
She's like a hot cloth on a fevered head
And like a needle she leads me
(Well, I follow like thread)
Tie me up!
Untie me!
All this wishing I was dead is geting old...
It goes on but it's old.

-mewithoutyou. catch for us the foxes  ¶ 5:09 PM