Eleven Finger

let me in

and let me go

tell me that

i need toknow

swallow the key swallow the key

you feel compelled but its far too late to try and tell me now

so i'll try to suck it out

open mouth feels warm

secrets swollen so sore

we all know and we can't ask why

you turned into an ugly butterfly

that shape of you

closes in and forms a shade of grey

hanging over hanging me

sorry you're gone

the voices they left me thinking

the words that i've forgotten now

try to come but can't come out