What happend to your face?
I can't seem to recognize your smile, older?
Did someone step in your garden and left your doors forever open? Left you there waiting? I close my eyes and remember a photograph, passing times, back to bicycles and tincans.
Rust upon my lips
I bite my tounge, as if not to rip a wound
Im sorry, so sorry, Im sorry
What happend to my face?
You can't seem to recognize my smile, older?
Did I leave your doors wide open?
I left your doors forever open, left you waiting...
You close your eyes as if to cover a photograph, passing times, away from bicycles and tincans.