You Don't Love Me

You don’t love me
You don’t love me
Concaved empathy
But you don’t love me
I dream about dead hours
And think about remaining within view
My devotion is new
Never be, never be, never be still
Whilst Carys’s neighbours are thriving
And in the midnight pity bath
I found no towels
But you won’t see scenes
I think about dead flowers
Stinking up the corridors and wounds
My intentions half-used
Never be, never be, never be still
Whilst Carys’s neighbours are thriving
Thriving
Take
Your cake
Out of my face
On point
Divine
Die hard
I think about dead hours
Never be, never be, never be still
Never be, never be, never be still
Never be, never be, never be still
Whilst Carys’s neighbours are thriving
Thriving
Take
Your cake
Out of my face
On point
Divine
Die hard