i've been spending all my valentine so wont you make the best of what is left cause
when i confine movement to immanence it wont be long before i am beneath your skin and pitted in my head, so when darkness surrounds me, when im a study in black, swallowed whole in the center of your pupil i never saw myself looking back, and disaffected pools disinterested gestures cant conjure any faith that this isnt just pretend, thats when i know im talking to myself again.