Ado
Coat To Scrape
Repair the scrape for else it will wear away When the wound turns clean Sent beneath rouge moon, return not to me I care not for your health I care not for your heart Begin to care for yourself Or your soul will exfoliate and drag it's coattails through the remaining parts No one who knows of you Desires to go with you Drouk yourself in abandoned desires We left the parts you left in our minds in the fires The fires (we built them) The liars (we killed them) The mires (we filled them) The diars (we held them) We cleansed our coattails clean We purged out your obscene We're different since we parted our ways Nothing to rescue, we'll witness no one as they save you We cleansed dross-draped coattails clean We purged our own obscene We've grown since your leave Nothing to rescue, we'll witness no one as they save you from...
From Letras Mania