no facial expressions, quite apathetic, You put smiles on my lips, carved with a cigarette. You wrap me in a curtain, reciting the pragmatic synopsis, praying I'm not some runaway. You’re like salt, a futile evil, keeping my wounds intact,
no facial expressions, quite apathetic, You put smiles on my lips, carved with a cigarette. You wrap me in a curtain, reciting the pragmatic synopsis, praying I'm not some runaway. You’re like salt, a futile evil, keeping my wounds intact,
