P.S. Eliot

Tonight
i said just go againmaybe i'm too ambiguous, the supreme subject of your distressand its not so hard to aloofbrain on my sleeve, this abrupt mess that i get intowe go on all the timemaybe its hard today but its still better than the restwhen we're both so far awayi'm stuck with a depleted brain or a heart repressedand i wish you were here with mebecause i'd hide behind you shamelesslyatleast tonighti said just stay a whilemaybe you appear stoic or more stable than i could admitflorescent margins, we're born on edgeformally brain deadwe reside behind, forget aheadyou won't, you won't, you'll never saywhat you're thinking about most everydayand your function masks your sentimentyour laugh conceals your discontent Aus Songtexte Mania