fragments

I still hear the echoes on a sunlit hill (oh)

I still smell the bubblegum perfume (oh)

D'you think that you can heal without getting hurt?

Someday there'll be nothing left to heal

She's the type who's never fuckin' satisfied (oh)

She'll never get the stink of it off her (oh)

Sucking up my nerves like they're spaghetti strands (oh)

Feeling like a cat that lost its purr

Is that God inside you, girl?

Could I give that thing a whirl?

We could be fragments

Poetic absence

I still hear the howl at the edge of the world (oh)

I still feel the brushing of her hair (oh)

Lingering like smoke in all my follicles (oh)

Feeling like a lock that lost its curl

Is it gone inside you, girl?

Are you rolling round your pearl?

Eventually fragments

Poetic absence

Is it death becoming her?

Will I never fuckin' learn?

All becomes fragments

Poetic absence