I'm willing over
Pretending to find closure
In my defense
I'm not there
White billowing past-time
So sick of the old rhyme
I will confess
My despair
Flowers on the fault line
A straw, drinking my mind
I'm here again
In nowhere
I wish I liked the body
Yeah, I'm complacent, no fear
Woes ascend
I don't care
I'm reading it over
Collecting time for flare
I think I'm getting closer
I'm here again
In nowhere
