no melody yet. just words.
sometimes I am just an actor
in this bankrupt silence
driving home from you
nothing you can put together
covers up the violence
of the things we get into
sometimes I'm floating weightless
in the empty spaces
of another aftermath
I can almost see the angels
furrowing their faces
as I'm slipping out the back
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