I can't reach your rough hand with this plastic in the way
It's your fault and you understand
I don't blame you and neither do I regret
I just tried again the other night
I didn't know you and yet you grieved near me
I'm sitting here in front of you
Words are spouting from our lazy mouths
You taught me how to live yet you were trapped in bars cause they believed you lived wrong
I'm sorry that I made you wanna live yet that next morning stairs awaited you
The morning I wanted you
The morning you were given something you had wanted
We've both tried those ways
We had both wanted to see that scythe so bad
I'm sorry
The moment you finally wanted white clothes, you were forced to dress in black
