Space-Dye Vest
Falling through pages of Martens on angels Feeling my heart pull west I saw the future dressed as a stranger love in a space-dye vest Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding a pool in the shape of a heart Beauty projection in the reflection Always the worst way to start "But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, or to think or to live. He doesn't love you, but I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our last chance..." Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it Learning to swallow the rage Found a new girl I think we can make it as long as she stays on the page This is not how I want it to end And I'll never be open again ...