Woorden: Death Comesto Matteson. A Non-Fiction EP. Mercy Kisses Open Mouthed.

And you look to find
some secret light
hidden deep inside
your heart
your heart

this isn't love
holding hands, falling down the stairs
this isn't love
flying higher than the sun
flying higher

and you long to say
exactly what i want to hear
to someone else
both frustrated and pathetic
standing here
standing here

mercy kisses open mouthed
your fatal flaw your halfway-house
last goodbye begins to play
and you cry your eyes out