Bitter.
1/08/02
She’s morbid-eyed and beautiful,
he jets from what he cannot control.
She tries to comprehend his attitude,
he’s contained in the armor of solitude.
She grips a hold, he backs away.
She lets go, he asks her to stay.
Through spears of silence and rotten words
they wince at the taste of their bitter world.
1/08/02
She’s morbid-eyed and beautiful,
he jets from what he cannot control.
She tries to comprehend his attitude,
he’s contained in the armor of solitude.
She grips a hold, he backs away.
She lets go, he asks her to stay.
Through spears of silence and rotten words
they wince at the taste of their bitter world.
