Only the city knows for iâ€™ve spoken to it in those dark and special hours when itâ€™s conscious to stormy hearts.
Iâ€™m a jigsaw within jigsaws and you are imperfectly perfect Hearts donâ€™t mix with razors when love is a fleshy masquerade What did we learn? Maybe that earning forgiveness is more sincere than expecting it and secrets are little deaths desiring growth into monsters Who told you that thought was silent? Thereâ€™s a dead jesus inside us and a satan begging for the fall When the heart doesnâ€™t hold, the mind falls apart, apart, apartâ€¦ Is love a waste of pain? Ssssh, donâ€™t interrupt The needles are busy.