2008/06/28

　

　they always

　creeped in your

　room,

　hiding your

　mold on the

　tongues



　and when the

　mold got in

　you could

　not

　find yourself



　they always

　left the best

　until

　the end came

　first of all

　they had

　you



　have you

　understood that

　the question

　asked

　had no

　answer



　and you

　could only

　find yourself

　in

　what you

　saw but

　never believe



　the days

　were short

　but the nights

　were

　cool

　yeah and there

　were fools

　around



　lets find

　yourself

　in me



　this room

　was made for

　April

　the mood

　suited

　for our doom



　you would

　not find

　the one like

　me

　so lets

　find myself

　in you