Smallest Tragedy

Sunday Munich

Dust has settled on my frame of mind

Misunderstood prices paid blindly for your sins

Remedies and resolutions unreachable from here

Past the point of solution

But inside your eyes there's nothing left to see

Just a dull reflection of what I use to be

No more us just me and just you and just things that aren't true

There's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding

I'm simply worn out run out of answers

Your foundation laid with confusion

Bruises my confidence in myself and in you

And modern concrete and dreams

Perched on the verge of truth

He reached inside my womb

And retrieved a circus of my masquerades

Dense, thick with facades and rotten with time

And replaced inside my tiny belly

What he thought there sound be

And in my grew the smallest tragedy

And what do you have to say

Silence breaks across your lips

Luscious and delicious darling deafened by your indifference

My cradle up inside with my own shadows

I find it hard

Hard to see things for what they are

I stuff and swallow them these razor sharp memories

And they cut on the inside

Where it's most unapparent to you

Inside your eyes there's nothing left to see

Just a dull reflection of what I use to be

No more us just me and just you and just things that aren't true

There's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding

I'm simply worn out run out of answers

Your foundation laid with confusion

Bruises my confidence in myself and in you

And modern concrete and dreams

Perched on the verge of truth

He reached inside my wom