Epithets
Mixed Metaphors
In that way we were like late night trains Treading dark and empty carriages behind in our mindsIn that way it felt like I was looking outOn you as a forest of plantation pinesAnd I am the woodsman, I will cut you down to sizeWhen I guess what you're thinking, don't you dare act surprisedYou'll give your stealth awayGive your self awayThat day we were both laying blameLike the cables between islands we'd let ourselves becomeAnd I could've sworn I saw myself suspendedIn the bottle you keep when you need to feel numbBut I won't be the stopper, I can't stop you in your tracksWhen I hold you to this, no I won't just relax'Cause it's bigger than that
From Letras Mania