vindur

f I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see
I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me
I put in front of me

Linger on, your pale blue eyes
Linger on, your pale blue eyes

Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

I've got a hunger
Twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue was tied off
My brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth.