Knives - The Dangerous Summer

Warm like blood

And tastes like wine

I still feel You in here

I still live inside Your eyes;

Half the world is letting

Back when I found Your arms

And my lonely cut up body

I could not go on

Everything was dead

Or couldn’t fight

Letters to You, I read

In my awful sleep

Skies turn gold

I hear thunder creep

And it cuts like knives

And I will always return to You

'cause in a way I belong to You

Sorry if I don’t learn from my losses

Everyone is dead;

And I can’t think of how we got in here

Choked up and angry with my struggle

I’m not the farthest from You

I’m not the closest to Your honor

You let me save myself

You let the wind breathe

Down my neck

I regret and regret

'till there’s nothing left

There were patterns

There were shapes in the form

Of a loss