wet lips are keeping mendown on my ownnwhere it’s all about appearencenthere’s not a gift insidenblue eyes on wednesday nightsnit seems they brightnplease take me awaynbefore they fade againnnot all the shining thingsnhave been made of goldnnto dive in dusty bedsnsearching for something deepnand find the emptynessnof another sleepless nightnthe only one I ever lovednwas puttin me in a gravenand I never found anyone elsento share a better daynnI would cut my hands offnto fall in love againnthe cold heart I used to havengot nothing fuckin leftnnwet lips are keeping mendown into lonelinessnwhere it’s all about appearencenthere’s not a gift insidenblue eyes on wednesday nightsnit seems they brightnplease take me awaynbefore they fade again