Letras:Ettison Clio. This Is For The Blue Collars. Weightless.

My dear one
you seem to have lost your touch
so goes the precept
so goes your thoughts
on paper thin sheets of paper
i'm wrapped in sheets, paper thin
neon lights flicker
seduction from hotel beds
a mediocre whisper
feel something
overheard in the dark
a temperate self-disclosure
you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts
movement from a faucet
as water outlines definitions washed away
and statues stare down those that wish to see them crumble
significant others lose significance
we waste away
we waste something
overheard in the dark
a temperate self-disclosure
you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts
i am slowly sinking
sinking slowly
i am weightless
overheard in the dark
a temperate self-disclosure
you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts