Testo Ever And Anon

We know how beauty can bite,
and how holy our
wardrobes can become with no spare change.

They call you miracle,
but I won't die for this
and I won't die for you.
with all I've said and done,
for my next trick,
I'll need your assistance.

So while our city sleeps
in such glorious shade.
I'll ask you just this once,

Hold your hand up,
and think of rain,
or the flowers in my hand.

And give no thought to her
insecurities and how they prey on mine.
So many days and miles and biting nails.

So many times I've said I wish.

So many times it doesnt matter.

I swear I felt your finger
touching the top of my spine.

So when I bury my head in the sheets,
to hide from their ears,
I hide the truth from myself,
and I'm not comfortable here.

We prayed for hours alone,
maybe there is such thing as coincidence.