when your colored hair winds around my soul strand by strand
I’m strangled, there’s no cure, come quick
tangles in the arms of my heart
can’t they be unraveled?
its anguish holds the answer
but those eyes aren't looking
every ambiguity becomes a storm and leaves a scar
you didn’t see my tears
your shoulder wasn’t there for me
either hear my protest
or leave me to suffer alone
I couldn’t give enough
I couldn’t satisfy
I couldn’t see it through
I offered up my life in your honor
but couldn’t do it
that cigarette smolders, I’m tired of suffering
who could love a flower that despises its own stem?
tangles in the arms of my heart
can’t they be unraveled?
its anguish holds the answer
but those eyes aren't looking
my heart knows
the longer the hunt, the more elusive the hunted