Full Body Contortion - Harlots

I saw your name drawn on the back of this notebook

Remembering the moment I watched your hand write it down

Fuck you

I knew that you would lead me astray, blinding my judgment

If you forgot my name I suggest you look through the photos you never took

Spit out the fires of hell with the breath that you cannot breathe

Lungs punctured so far deep that you gasp for the hope of a chance for the

continuation of life

I wish I would have spread my soul far apart from you

I would have told you to fuck off the minute you sat down, but you sat there

and stared

This dead orchard next to me has littered the garden of hope

I have littered the air

You sat there and stared

All love is lost

The distance between us has broken the value of survival amongst the enemy that

is unseen

I walk on a fine line

We are buried face down

Buried face down

Pouring life and soul into this product that doesn’t produce

I could live like a king, but a pawn

A trace of history keeping the closet nothing company

Help me find knives

The force of your head pressing down moves me

I changed

I’ve changed for the better

My heart cannot beat

My heart cannot beat without the blood

Your reaction has said enough for everyone to hear

I must find knives