a raft of old music floats on a pile of refuse we are each a willing part of the ending of every living being and accountable to nothing but our own voices dreaming of choices we may one day wish we had never made instead you say nothing and deny all the oaths you've promised me still i think that you may have loved me more than anyone else ever did
As we seep into the loveless sky Seeing it through with each night Knowing not what follows With each kiss, I let out a sigh Never knowing when it will come back to me, though