CrAShed AND seVerED

The clouds cover up the sun
and my words are painted in Grey
from this day what could we ever become
what a waste of time inside a rare day

the clock tower speaks to me backwoods
as i look into what weave done
from when our eyes met to when our hearts fell dead
we cant live from what we adored

my blood still boils but that desire is somewhat archaic
sex means nothing when were both incapable
my hand clenches soil instead of your hand
as i watch you from behind as we crash
and its the lights of that car that greet me when i wake
instead of the warmth of your eyes