Brett Anderson

I won't come and time your words
All the silence in your curse
I won't count the times we thrived
For a stranger live
I won't criticize your thoughts
On your other side for walk
I won't calculate your chance
I will find romance
But I do know that sometimes
We just spiral through life
And I'm staggered by the pain
As you turn away
And we move like actors
On a burning mattress
And we both like tattoos
And the crowded avenues
But I'm falling, falling
Like a ….
And I'm falling, falling
Like a song