Perfume - Remo Drive

Medicine, tastes bitter on my lips

I follow the scent of perfume, sweet while aimless

Short sharp breaths sting and hiss

I step beyond my bounds to find the little I have missed;

Staring at a mirror until

I can’t recognize my face;

Sinister, I watch and wait

From far away;

You called

I cannot come;

You need

I’ll leave you be;

Sit and watch your hair

In the wind I attempt to apply meaning to this

I can’t patch the hole left in my heart

And all that comes with it

Staring at a mirror until

I can’t recognize my face;

Sinister, I watch and wait

From far away

From far away;

You called

I cannot come;

You need

I’ll leave you be