all the momentum gets built up
with short whiles
and steady trunstiles
the fourth of my vows
was to keep you like a polaroid
and never show you around town
when all was covered in lostness
and sorta said sos...
i lost my grip on yr hand
one last touch from yr finger tip...
i'll tell you it's all together
i'll tell you i'll never collapse
with savage lies and stay awake sunday afternoons
it's all for a debt i owe
it's all for the guilt i tow...
