8 May 2012
Give away this easy love, none of it comes back, Falling from the steeple; watch the stained glass windows crack. This place is one hell of a landfill, Feels like we're trapped in an anthill.
This is just a city where noone knows your name, The faces here are pretty but it never feels the same. This place is one beautiful car crash, Feels like our love is glass, smashed
It's easy to be cold when you've been so fucking warm, Hiding under blankets in the middle of a storm, Wrap yourself all around me, Tie yourself to my tree.
In freezing wind and rain I woke up, our tent had flown, Ripping up each peg, it tossed and turned it far from home. Watch as our love blows away, The sky seems so solid grey.
Memorised your face and then he burns them one by one, Every photo, all the trinkets that were left out in the sun, Plastic is all white now, faces fade to grey, Memories that burn don't go away.
Plastic • Opuss № I