June
Fox Hollow, Mike Themistocleous
I can love you in secret
Find middle ground with you
Laying in our bed
Wait for the ceiling to crash through
It never did
Drunken monologues
Swollen in size
Becoming our own response
Stolen inside
If time is relative, then we're all wasting time
We've run along our colours, built up by the mass
You say that you love me through rose tinted glass
Who knew it'd be that quick
For the tears to evolve from wit?
The trap has had enough of it
The silence deafens and snaps
Meet me at high noon
We're caught on the same tracks
Holding onto nothing, we've lost our grip
Tiny submarines in our vessels, we've gone soft
You say that love me, why don't you fuck off?