Come To Dust

You are a passing chord you are the blink of an eye you are a quiet word you are the back of my mind you are the ghost of a smile you are a shadow of doubt you are without you are the star that fell too soon tell me - what good is the sun? yeah - wha

you're alone you're afloat in an angry tide does it feel like home? or does it feel like suicide? you're so sharp that you cut yourself sometimes and your devices go to waste, because they're running around with your design. you feel as useless as a