Clairmel

Red And Swollen

Look at you, eyes red and swollen, insert foot in mouth wide open, fueled by those fiery curls. i've been shown that diamonds, gold, and silken robes, and diamonds glowing do not make a perfect world.
If times are only good with money underfoot, i can't accept that somewhere maybe, you misunderstood that, hallmarks and a dozen reds can't save emptiness, i can't accept this weather changing.
Slip into that whisper mode, those soft ones hit you slow and low and pick your pockets dry as bone. i've been shown that diamonds, gold, and silken robes, and diamonds flowing do not make a perfect world.
See that i gave you everything you needed, i shouldn't make that point, you should know it well.
The soot falls over you, i try to make the difference, it just falls and sticks to you. how am i supposed to
Hang out on the floor? how can i ask for much more?