my skin has dropped off
i shouldn't have let go
wasting my time
sins that build our hearts
a hole in my chaos
a tired logic in my head
maybe it's all just my idea
and love will save us
but only makes it worse
home is where the warmth sleeps

mouth to mouth
damaged
your trigger tongue
let me be your target
aim at me

i'm out of reasons to feel well
cigarettes burns my hands
a place in a corner of your neck
close enough to bath in your scent

old
i hate this feeling of searching
ocean's puzzle
tremor confessions
lost in angst