Hearing the bus drive away, whisper of this earth,
God how i hate the sound, too many collect calls and not enough writing on the wall,
I called aloud so often only to see my words cut through them like knives, blood tastes so sweet upon my fingers, the wounds have healed, but the scars still remain,
I try myself and kill myself, flowers looked lovely in your eyes, but all mine died yesterday, we always forget to water them, the floor is so cold, so fucking cold,
(It never felt so right as the day when i couldn't recollect) I don't remember it that way
(I can't remember when sunshine didn't shine with regret) I don't remember it that way, my shower runs red
So I haven't bathed in days, weekend stroll envisioning the eyes I once looked into, yesterday-i don't remember,
Today's dream-don't remember, years blown away-i don't remember.