Testo: Poison The Well. Mid Air Love Message.

Kisses are never safe
When residue of old love is left
How could I feel lesser when
Someone better walks around

Waiting for you to call out

As your cold hand grasps mine
I feel unright
And privileged to see in your eyes
Same chemical as stars

Deformed fingers leave trails of hearts in writing
Could three words be the end to births only meaning?

Crying to sleep is my remedy
Urgently trying to stand on broken confused legs, legs

Am I looking for reasons not to be happy

Emotions catch up with me
But I'm too fast for them

Emotions catch up with me
But I'm too fast for them

Emotions catch up with me
But I'm too fast for them