It's been awhile since I've felt like this. I was faking faces, trying to mask my negligence. She wore a veil too and many hats, an actor in every sense. I left my leading role of sham, for something more permanent.
I live a comfortable life that's never comforting at all.
Here she comes. She brings the sun. I swear I'll lasso the moon and pull it down, to light her nights while I'm removed. It's a wonderful life we have, as we watch atop the crooked roof.
Take it easy now. Quit the apologetics. You know I don't give a damn. I've got hands that hold regardless. I won't let go unless you say so, and even if you do, I'll still say no. And I still say no.
I live a comfortable life that's never comforting at all. At least that's what I say to make myself feel small; pity is a useless tool.