Sweet#hart (Closure in Moscow)

I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn. I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws. I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are dancing in the jaws of a landfill. Am I ever gonna let you in before I see it coming? Systematic in decay. I'm dying to feel what you feel now. You've already been such a sweetheart. And I know we all get scared. We all get scared. Too much head, but too little heart, oh honey: I want your touch, such a shame that I am numb honey. Too much head, but too little heart, oh honey: Not meant to be this way Lover, lover, lover you'll never know- You'll never know, because- Lover, lover breathing down my neck; Incendiary breath, and still my lover is a burden. Tell me something could you smell my fear as I lay there cringing on your bed? I'm dying to feel what you feel now. You've already been such a sweetheart. And I know we all get scared. We all get scared. Too much head, but too little heart oh honey: I want your touch, such a shame that I am numb honey. Too much head, but too little heart oh honey: Not meant to be this way. Maybe my seed found purchase in your soil. It's just a fight, a futile fight to feel connected. I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn. Instead of tending to it's prick, I lay, infected