menacentiment

So, it gets lonely.

And 30 minutes of saying goodbye has always been fairly standard, but I suddenly had this... urge to go sleep, too. But it would have been cold. And hard. Counter to what I'd be looking at laying down with.

Also... I finally got The Sun and The Moon Complete. And, win?

[Every word from your mouth is a knife in my ear
Every thought in your head is like poison to hear

Like a snake in a suit spitting into the air
With a tongue like a needle and we're shot full of fear
White picket teeth and a big red alert
The life of the party and we pulled up our skirt

It's like poison
It's like poison]

I like the wordings. Not really beholden to the words, but the imagery.

I need more.

Imagery.

And sleeping.