Insincerity As An Artform

Further Seems Forever

It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head

It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head

A moment in seperation the foreground dont seem so bright

These angels in my head are in between the shadow and the light.

Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue

Stitch your eyes so you could read this forever

Dead and broken and I'm backwards turned to love

My heart in a box I send you

for a sky held up by stars

Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue

Stitch your eyes so you could read this forever

It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head

Your varying degress of grayness tugging the deepest of heartstrings.

Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue

Stitch your eyes so you could read this forever

Were my arms to short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue

I'll stitch your eyes so you could read this forever.