Bloom کے بول

My remains, a feathered corpse Taxidermied, outlines of loss My remains, an empty home Glass-like eyes, gaping holes Feigned forgiveness, awkward pose A frozen sentence, stuck mid-throat Take my things and close the door I'm not gonna come around I'm not gonna come around Take my things and close the door I'm not gonna come around I'm not gonna come around Suspended, exhaled Wour white lies carved a yes You can’t take away the love I don’t deserve Take my things and close the door I'm not gonna come around Take my things and close the door I'm not gonna come around Take my things and close the door Take my things and close the door Take my things and close the door