Well it's finally getting cold in late november and your voice and your heart have grown cold to match the weather and i hope all i gave you wears well with your lies and i hope that you find what you're missing in this life late nights in basement bars and i'm doing badly thanks for never asking 'cause concentration never complemented pain and i've never come so close to hiding so i guess i have to envy your skill at running away and if i could concentrate now all the energy that i've put into you i could bend metal with my mind and i'd bend this broken halo around your neck so fucking tight to cut you off to shut me off from falling so how have the last two weeks in your life turned out are you painting nothing but smiling faces now...