Lucid - Mortality Rate

My back against the floor boards

I feel a cold breeze

The wind blows through the window

Moving through the curtains like you move through me

Sketching my portrait into the walls

On that summer’s eve

The sky is quiet, I meet your eyes

Clench my fists‚ swallow my pride

Reach out a hand only to receive

A diagram carefully tracing 24 years taken out of me

Every body leaves‚ everything dies

All I fucking do is cry

The air is still‚ the night is dead

I dismantle myself to put you back together

You can’t expect to stay dry in this type of weather

I open the window, and turn to the road

All I see is ashes, bloodshed and bones

I’m only holding on because I refuse to let go

All I have is myself‚ and I’m in the worst company

Help me forget me (x3)

Help me, help me