Parlor Scouts (The)
Nothing
the moths gnaw the rust oranges the dust coats but nothing dulls my love for you the leaves rot the blood clots the halos glow |the scar still shows i saw you from a train window i never wanted to let you go even though we never even said hello but nothing but nothing i ride my horse until it has no name my fingers tangled in its mane until i am me again
From Letras Mania