Whatevering

Coma Cinema
Devastation's daughter has come and gone for what?
To simplify my suffering as something I can trust
Why decide or die or stare into this wreck?
You think you are alone but you haven't run me off yet
If you lean your heart a little closer into my mouth I promise to bite down
Set apart whatevering together and alone
The pretty, fickle animals just talk shit to your bones
Sorry hands remember teeth, cold outside but underneath
The confusion of your clothes tangled up around my fingers
And if you lean your heart a little closer into my mouth I promise to bite down