Lyrics

My dear, something in your eyes isn't quite clear
I don't attempt to sound poetic when describing my fears..
My dear, all the ornaments that you hear are just the falling of my tears..
Just the falling of my tears..

Listen....listen....
Listen... listen...
Listen, I have been so underfed
And the skin I envision in my head
It glistens...
I won't touch it, but instead
I will tug your heart-strings when you go to bed...
Listen... Listen....
Listen....Listen....

Sweaty are sins I hold onto the most
When my back feels so bare I search empty thoughts.
Fractured are emotions, persistent are words
These sweet, little, delicate contortions entangle us most
'Til the veins underneath the skin I now grip are just ghosts
And I'm lost... My dear...