Answer

If you're for an answer it will never come in time

If you're waiting for an answer it's not mine

Ears burning hot you crawl through the window

Chasing the guts you feel when you sleep

The smell of your memory drifting further away

Licking his wear the salt makes you thirsty taste of regret under your tongue simmering

Walk to the door just sit and talk till he leaves

Can we not sink into the ease of another disguise, I can see through your watering eyes

I thought that you might still know what you're figuring out, I'm anodyne for your watering mouth

If you're for an answer it will never come in time

If you're waiting for an answer it's not mine

If you're for an answer it will never come in time

If you're waiting for an answer it's not mine