obsequy
i won't talk about
cowering with doubt
the illusion seems unnecessary now
i withdraw my words
bury them and burn
every construct of our ordinary world
i can't really say why this bothers me
i could never blame you for your honesty
i have figured out that i am not to blame
for the way we erase over sympathy
there is nothing more for either to explain
and it's best that we're left to retrieve ourselves
i can't really say why this bothers me
i could never blame you for your honesty
i cannot explain what is wrong with me
obsequies and thoughtless suffering
