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Senseless Murmurs of the Estranged (The Last Night)
Slithering fangs and pointy tails
Tell me if I'm not feeling well
My mindscape's hazard lights sing symphonies that plead me not to crash
Maybe that last line's just a touch-
I'm feeling obsessed with feeling up
But the rhythm of our continued stumbling keeps me anchored on the act
Maybe I'm not making sense
Break it down a little first
Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause
I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled
And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam
Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy
Cold night summer sunsets bail
Another take out date night last meal
Surrender my senses call my cell and keep my phrases right on track
The writing is on the wall tonight
Blinding reflections kill my sight
A murderous moment of dismemberment from feelings that you lack
Maybe I'm not making sense
Break it down a little first
Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause
I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled
And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam
Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy
Call me out on conflict resolution from temptation of my thoughts
Shatter the glass and flip the script of all the preface that you wrought
I'm not seeing light;
this blurry image right;
choke my eyes, drain my voice;
break my ego, mayday;
I'll take solace knowing this will be the last night of this play
Where I'm the actor, you're the audience and I'm the one who pays
Maybe I'm not making sense
Break it down a little first
Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause
I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled
And I can't stab myself in places that I know I shouldn't keep-
Me- I mean you, and this is true, I'm waking from this heavy sleep
I'll write my will, I've had my doubts, I'm singing songs, I'm bleeding out
Waterfalls perched on the windows of my dreary excess pout
And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam
Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy