The stony face, a true reflection
A sin to taste re-visitation
All these walls have right angles

And all these thoughts are pure triangles

Don't hold me up for too long

I'm not that tough
I'm not that strong
Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now?


A broken heart with new direction
A blank, blank line with no inflection


All these walls have right angles
And all these thoughts are pure triangles


Don't hold me up for too long
I'm not that tough

I'm not that strong
Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now?


Now