Whatever happened? Why did she grow a cowards spine?
When once before i adored her, worshipped her religiously like a shrine.
She had to grind me down and wear me paper thin
With her refined conversations that bellow out her mouth like the chimney of a coal factory. Heavy on my lungs as I breath in every little excuse her pretty mind designs and now she's blind to the fact that I'm not one to give but I find myself giving up on the one that I tried to fall so deeply in dreams with, yet no.

She wears faces that don't seem to show but I know that your body lies dormant for the demons that stain your skin, shall i go?
I don't want to but I'm tired of watching the temple I worshipped fall example to nothing when it was definitely something to the affection and loving that radiates from every corner and angle and touch and cast sight and memory and word spoken
Why can't that sweet soul, hidden deep be awoken
I'm positive it's in there, liquid gold is soaking in her veins
But she's choking on flawless sentences she wants me to catch and wear round my finger, string them together so they forever linger
Her throat and her [bad word] care may be broken from the thickness of smoke
But she's still the singer
Who's voice clings to my ear [bad word] like the creeps at the bars, the animals at hotels or a cigarette, the tar

She's gone too far for this to be fine, she's shares a hundred beds but I still want her as mine, I still want her back so I can relight this shrine.