A stewing cup of tea reminds you of time
Slipping through the fingers like a drug addicts...

She burns out eyes like gin on wounds
Upon a tide of those whom swoon...

I'm amazed as this paper's touching pen
that I've been, swept off my feet again...

This whole town knows I am a weather station
built upon a frosty mountain and on bitter...

If Recently Ive found myself
Where the hell was I before...

Counting the cracks in pavements
Excuses of transparency...

No I dont want your sympathy
Youre raging words or third degree...

Like a shiny, silver needle
Youre deeper than my skin...

Oh look at the rain
Do you think its depressing...

You feel alone
When people are around...

Because of you i never had days
Neither nights just murky greys...

A clock with no face
No digital display...