i don't feel like the days move anymore
the days, they all move the same
i think to myself; when will this end
but it has always been this way
i look in the mirror and you look back
i remember that day in may
when you held me by my throat,
'repent', you told me as my eyes met the ceiling
or my lithe neck you'll break
and i swear i've been repenting, i've been doing it all day.
From Jupiter with love!
