Dispassionate and desperate We sail on tides that clamour to stillness Circumstance to unstir a soul Atelophobic, we wander alone Unique in all imperfection Accismus for flawless reflections Defined ourselves by what we aren’t and dance to the sound of our own breaking hearts Wander alone Lord knows I’ve tried, Cos I’ve been fighting to keep from splitting apart Tread the trail of flattened grass To reconcile your putrid past Hopeless deviant Crumbling convenience Lord knows I’ve tried, Cos I’ve been fighting to keep from splitting apart Lord hold my heart; this lonely silence will be the last thing I love