Monday, April 3, 2017

If I can get clean

I couldn't bear to watch the sun go away
So I put out my days
And it was always gone

Then it came to me at night
Burning me to death with its light
I reckoned it was fair

I draw worlds for you sneaking out of mine backdoors
And I bleed out your way to me
Just to wash my hands

I see colors for you
Till I make you run, scream or cry
And you drown me to see if I can get clean

No one ever comes here but the ghosts 

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