Well I’ve been sitting here so long thinking what I’d say to you/ but it seems like silence is what I was after/ skies in west delay they turn from amber into gold/ it’s just the nighttime putting on the pressure/ and I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog/ and held the hand of darkness in the mire/ kissed its perfect lips only pretending it was you/ I’m still wounded from your guns/ pretending they were only friendly fire/ these clothes have gone from second hand to something I can wear/ or maybe use to try to douse the blood/ and everything I thought that I could ever say to you/ got all fucked up and well just misunderstood/ and I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog/ and held the hand of darkness in the mire/ kissed its perfect lips only pretending it was you/ still wounded from your guns pretending it was only friendly fire/ so I’ve been sitting here so long thinking what I’ll say to you/ but I guess it’s silence that you’re after/ the skies in west delay they turn from amber into gold/ hell that’s just the nighttime putting on the pressure/ and I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog/ and held the hand of darkness in the mire/ and kissed its perfect lips only pretending it was you/ still wounded from your guns pretending it was only friendly fire/ friendly fire.
I kept hoping it was just friendly fire.
Fuck you.
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