Knowledge

Have all but gone away

Keep on lingering at my door
The frosted window shadow
Hurts no more

And you know
You know
I need
Its the dirty truth

Press your notes
Into my back

Paper crumples my chest
It crumbles, cracked

Look me up and stare me down
Concious, heavy thoughts
Your churning sounds

And you know
You know
What I need
It's the dirty truth

Sour notes, acidic tastes
Spitting, swelling images
That I should waste

Right inside left me with my lungs
Invisible and gut wrenching kneel rung

And you know
You know
What I need is you
Its the dirty truth