i tango between thoughts
your head against the board
curls towards the ceiling
tips of my fingers
i tread through your edges
i blend to take and i rip to feel
the numbness has a way
i ravage the leaves of your heart
the veins i try for
my brain bleeds to touch your wits
seeming all too well
it was all but a broken down motel
in the evenings of rockwell
his edges always broken
hell had always called
it feels like it’s here
i feel all but here
in a broken down coma
with voices speaking at you
when you have everything you’ve wanted
you feel less than wanted
when you have all yet nothing
you feel a certain sadness
it takes two to tango
it takes you to feel
you always said
your favorite color is orange
i could tango in the thought of you forever