Hymns! To My Flickering Bedroom Light

I've Forgotten What It Feels Like, and Now I Talk of Only Me. I'm Just Smoke in Shoes.

I've Told Her That I Love Her a Thousand Times but She Has and Always Will Just Shake Her Head.

I've Lied to You More Than Once, and I Feel the Blood Rush to My Fingers Every Time I Touch You With the Hands That Wanted to Tell the Truth but Never Could Out of Fear, Loneliness and Just a Desperateness to Cling to Any Form of Attachment in Lieu.

I've Never Been So Pathetic, but I'm Loving Every Moment of It. When Spells Feel Like They're Cast Forever.

I've Forgotten How to Sing, So Have One Short Interlude Before My World Ends.

I've Only Just Realised That These Songs Shouldn't Have Been Hymns to My Bedroom Light, but Odes to You and How Badly I Want You to Know What I Want. Fuck Fear, It Only Ever Crippled Me for Years at a Time. Time to Drop the Crutch and Grab Your Hand.

I've Always Hated the Comedown. Nobody Wants Honesty.