perpetual motion, perpetual sound
baby, i know i am crazy and it pains me to find you
spending all your time talking me down from heights
and watching for warning signs, looking into overcast
eyes that predict the coming storm and beg you to
keep me warm. they warn here comes another night of
holding me while i cry until the morning, so lock the
doors, draw the blinds, bring the furniture inside and
wait for it to start pouring, cause it's gonna come down
in torrents. somewhere and somehow i found you and
suckered you into this one-sided relationship, it was a
dirty trick, the truths i distorted, a simple bait-and-
switch, a failing circus of perforated promises like i am
improving, it will be worth it, i am improving, it will
be worth it. but it's nice of you to wait, while i make
all my mistakes. i can't say how long it will take, there's
no end in sight, i'm afraid. but the kindness you've
displayed without a hint of impatience, i pray that it
infiltrates my madness and calms all the mayhem. the
city wears rain like a veil, and i fail to meet her glance,
just the wail of an ambulance sails down the back of
my neck and leaves through my fingertips. everything's
coming up pale. i feel my body grey. i need perpetual
motion, perpetual sound to keep my thoughts away.
ok? ok.