try swallow my own tongue
sometimes it hurts
yes it hurts
and then it's all smoke,
see you can
swallow smoke
but i refuse to could up myself
with meaningless lies anymore.
all life has now been reduced
to a promise of you
out of reach
in a glass house
for my delight.
all life has now been reduced
to extinct suns,
forgotten midnights
and empty cinema seats.
i wish i could see your ghost
oh yes i do
maybe then
words wouldn't trip on me