Monday - made of fog

:: Monday - made of fog
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lyrics:​​
sometimes i want the air
expelled from my lungs
become a force
of pure destruction
so there’s
nothing left
gawked at
or touched
simply caporal
i’ll remain unseen
don’t spare your eyes
to look at me
one day i’ll be nothing
you’ll be nothing too
you tell me that i’m something
but i’m just passing through
no point clinging on
or grazing with your lips
i disapate like smoke
through your finger tips
hazy outline
of a memory
no voice or face
put to me
a name on the tounge
dancing as you sleep
swear you know my touch
but you don’t know me
one day i’ll be nothing
you’ll be nothing too
you tell me that i’m something
but i’m just passing through
no point clinging on
or grazing with your lips
i disapate like smoke
through your finger tips