Paroles de Home Is Where You Hang Yourself

Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radios 7a.m. sun reveals a failed Cherubim dangling from the rafters like a sentimental ghost floating midway Between the curse of the sky and you this noose carries what atrophied wings Can't don't you want me disenchanted a deader shade of sorry buried from the Neck up in a slipknot dragging my feet through the dead air suspended a Fallen chair length from the ground when you found me when they finally Found me this halo fit my throat i am your contorted angel writhing at a Loss for wings swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes a severed spine of Better days like the deafened clicks of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum I just wanted to be something more than enough of my god i don't think i'm Breathing jesus christ when did i stop breathing oh my god i can't hear Myself breathing this is all i know of flying my eyes set on you like stains In memory of romance