Living Syndication
Fresh Graves
I held that scene in smothering starlight
We were so free, just you and me
Now it's all wrong, I can see that you're stalling
Why would you be apart from me
Why am I the one to blame
Why am I considering the shame
Why am I covering fresh graves
Will you be long?
It's depravity calling
When I'm alone, are you with me?
It's cold at home, and the temperature's falling
Where would you be if not me?
From Letras Mania