HANGELAINE

Reflect, reflect spit out the air - An open wound is still a snare - I want so much to be the same – But I tire so fast of all the names - The time we spend all blown apart - I am always so unprepared - And I fear so much for things to change - My photo face down in the frame

Is this a sign of your discomfort? - You're all the same - Burn the evidence - But instruments read no change - Check the pulse again for signs of substance - The tired lines – Redefine -I'm tired of being fucking fine

I live in hope of death and rain - To flush away the unashamed - Defect, Defect rejoin us here - Not something we cannot repair - And you want so bad to fade away - But we hold your hand over the flame