let you steal my secrets, let me paint the picture of what they can

(via wood_s lot)

days of dread in flower
feet cold in sandals
hated figures appear in the news
gallows humor doesn't always work

turn the bread to look for mold
before there's any light
happy if nothing reminds you
happy if you haven't lost more

that was a luxury
this is a luxury
O let it all go

as you shuffle with the others
feet cold in sandals