Pulls me under
Held me over
Sets the tones to lose

A taste of anger
No remainder
Of the things we'd choose

Crumpled over
My composer
Just a skeleton

It turns me inward
But it figures
Forever's a dirty word

Emotions wear my sleeve
This might be the last

One or two ease the pain
It's nothing that we talk about

No recollection
Of complexion
Could not place his face

I plead redemption
Or collection
Put me into place

One or two ease the pain
It's nothing that we talk about

Ease the pain

Emotions wear my sleeve
This might be the last

One or two ease the pain
It's nothing that we talk about

This might be the last