Hour by hour
all the gaps in between
I sit in this blue fake luxury room
with two sweaty palms and one
hole in my heart
hour by hour
all the gaps in between
I sit and wait
only on my knees before God
and you
now I won't shut my eyes
'cause the ghosts are watching me
I'm being followed by my memories
the sky's ink spilled on us
as the night undressed
and we slow dance to the sound
of our apocalypse
explain me something
I'm confused by what I see outside
they signed the papers for progress
but the hidden clause was class genocide
and these days as I pass the suite of regret
and I look into that lightbulb bordered
Hollywood star mirror of mine
all my gold has only half its' sheen
and my reflection only half its' size
and my heart has got far too heavy to hide
and I won't shut my eyes
'cause the ghosts are watching me
I'm being followed by my memories
the sky's ink spilled on us
as the night undressed
and we slow dance to the sound
of our apocalypse
your shadow's pattern
on all of my dreams