chloroform perfume

from autumn to ashes in bir parcasi...

the end result of so many meetings
at late night diners with no one eating,
we sit in corners
and sip burnt coffee,
count the tiles
up on the ceiling,
skip this pretense
and cut straight to dying,
dont beg me to keep your eyes from crying.

you said so much
without ever parting your lips.

its past 3am and i’m still far from sleep,
and this is a habit i cant break,
you’re my only company,
i’m skipping stones.

and the street lights flicker like this match in my hand,
the street lights flicker like this match in my hand.
and street lights flicker like this match in my hand,
begging to strike.
begging to strike.
and i keep repeating but this payphone telly stopped receiving,
flat out of change now.
i’m sure you won’t accept the charges.
its all the same because by morning i’ll be halfway to colorado
or someplace like that.

you said so much without ever parting your lips.

its past 3am and i’m still far from sleep,
and this is a habit i cant break.
you’re my only company,
i’m skipping stones down a sub-suburban street.

she keeps on asking:
do you think it hurts much to die?
its hurting so much more to stay alive now,
shes gonna find out how much it hurts to die.

she laced her perfume up with death,
i feel it in my lungs,
so i’ll pull in the deepest breath and drop my head.

too bad you re beautiful albumunden..