Painstead
See how things get meant?
A third shoe inside the cement.
This bright's gone bad, too.
Fake the snake without mistake.
Really know the words.
Really know what's missing.
Remember who deserves.
This store's been closed for a while.
The last one barely left, but,
She didn't lock the stars
Inside this box for long.
So get the expense and
Wear out the lined.
Here I am, over-exposured, like
A fucking waste of time.
The sky is pastier, now.
More than your moon, too.
Forget anything?
Allowed to brave distress?
The grass has gotten heavier.
The water's still too wet.
Is that you climbing over rocks?
It doesn't get much easier than that.
It's just that, together,
It's a fucking waste of whys.
