You Took Down All The Mirrors - I Forgot My Disposition.

Are you impressed at how you live this life your life?

A stepping stone.

Pulsing with heat, throbbing with lust.

You were her source of all this black sunshine; you knew she would give up.

All these depressing rays of light, blowing smoke through twisted windows.

You would laze around your, days and see that she was always there.

Just an excuse for a soul, to get things with and lose herself;

she had eyes that could sell,

and you thought maybe you could put it to good.

“Wise,” they say, the Catawba say; “Snakebites cure the sick.”

As you watched her waste away and no day was ended without a ray of black sunshine

because she just wanted a fix, and it was you who could give it.

But you never bit.