All I Taste Today Is What's Her Name

The tears suspend. Smiles are not more than (empty love) locked doors can keep you alone. Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that’s no longer your home. Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends. Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends. I’m sick of your sad songs and sing alongs. I kind of like it when things are wrong. Straight from left end, they’ll shout corrections. And I’ll decline, and I’ll decline. A source of comfort or some protection. And I’ll decline. Smiles are not more than (empty love) locked doors can keep you alone. Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that’s no longer your home. Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends. Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends. I’m sick of your sad songs and sing alongs. I kind of like it when things are wrong. Straight from left end, they’ll shout corrections. And I’ll decline, and I’ll decline. A source of comfort or some protection. And I’ll decline. In your throat, you will see, surface relocated therapy. All I taste of today, is the shame (of) my whore prey. All I know are apologies. Do you feel the shame?