a feeling of dark grays and black
Top Jitters
(Is that a body?)
Rip my heart out of my chest
Wreak the benefits of my death
*demonic noises
Don’t feel sorry for me
This is my best
Saw you’ve moved on
Guess I won’t be missed
Blood on my hands
Can't be erased by a kiss
Soon I will die
And I can’t resist
I know
I know
*crying noises
As the embers of my body fall
I’ll be blown by the crisp air of Montreal
Then I’ll fly away with the ghosts of all
The lost souls of just other bricks in the wall