Trauma

a window and a room

it's all i have and all i need

babies now in bloom

and no one whispers softly

i don't know why i care

i guess i should

and here we are right back where we started

can't break what's ours even if we don't want it now

though we try so hard just to make it painless

there is always blood

a figure and a girl

august years will remind me of those once forward views

i guess we learn to live with dying

it all comes down to sex or love and i hate to choose

so here we are right back where we started

can't break what's ours even if we don't want it now

though we try so hard just to make it painless

there is always blood

here's a lie, i confess, every time i gave less

how else could you love me

with every part in between stuck along blood red seams

a lifetime of smoke screen

the feeling comes again and i don't want to look

it's on and it's over, save second looks