leaking pen [second chances (lark remix)]

the room is spinning, spinning with the quiet electric sound of your voice. the windows are melting, reshaping, gliding over the landscapes and seascapes. sometimes the cold creeps in; something like cold creeps in.

it's love that finds forgiveness, lain alongside you as you lie quiet. it's love that moves likes cold through me and I have no power at all. when you're gone, I miss you, and when you come back I wish you were gone. when you're gone, it makes me quiet, and when you come back it burns my tongue.

there's something smudging my hands like ink from a leaking pen.
there's something collecting in my mouth like ink from a leaking pen.
there's something staining my shirt like ink from a leaking pen.

nothing's good; nothing's right, but I love you.