The flourish of hope in foul play as the days count them selves away
That shivers that loiters atop my neck as I witness this train wreak
Letting my resent take hold as your lips purse as they do in the cold
To turn and slowly walk away so I can ignore all the things you say
So dishonest to see this as a game to play your name even rhymes to say
I lied to myself long enough, what you said you were in wasn’t love



“It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you

How can I explain, I need you here and not here too”

“The Past is a Grotesque Animal” Of Montreal