Chiodos Deserving An Explanation
this seam is splitting, torn apart. lacerations from the
thoughts of you. choking me, your words shoved down my
throat. and i'm still bleeding from our first kiss. the
taste so painful i'm forced to clench my fists. every
time you turn around, you'll feel my presence. and when
you glance up at the stars. everyone will be crashing
down on you, whoa, you'll see me, the sky, calling out
your name. and yet for some reason, I still absent
mindedly come back for more. maybe someday I'll realize
that this storm will someday pass me by.