sometimes words are hard

Streams of salt fall on your
Peppered cheeks
You let them
Run down season deeply
Till I leave my
Finger print
Our skulls pressed tightly
So we hear the memory
Of all that's left of
All the things we never where

Sitting shaking cold and confused
If it's mending
Hoping there's something after the Ending
If it's lending a hand or defending Myself against the way ive been
Sitting shaking cold and confused
If it's mending
Hoping there's something after the Ending
If it's lending a hand or pretending
I don't care that my words make the

Streams
Of salt
Fall from
Your cheeks
Don't
Say
That you
Can't stay

Streams of salt fall on your
Peppered cheeks
You let them
Run down season deeply
Till I leave my
Fingerprint
Our skulls pressed tightly
So we hear the memory
Of all that's left of
All the things we never were