Waking up
It's not even noon yet
But i guess it's never too early
to taste the regret
I will still kiss you on this desolate morning
But neglect to ask the mutual and obvious
'who are you?'
I have grown tired of leaking into the estuary
damming myself, i rise, hand full of shrapnel
jack-knifing downwards, I pierce the vein
And i smile
Leaking into my own estuary.
It's not even noon yet
But i guess it's never too early
to taste the regret
I will still kiss you on this desolate morning
But neglect to ask the mutual and obvious
'who are you?'
I have grown tired of leaking into the estuary
damming myself, i rise, hand full of shrapnel
jack-knifing downwards, I pierce the vein
And i smile
Leaking into my own estuary.
