Sweet Treacle.

Bittersweet sensation
Another drifting imagination
Carries me home

The numbing pain when it hits
Like a hearts apocalypse
Sweet dreams are reminisced
A kiss with bleeding lips

And I can't comprehend the message that it sends
My symptoms are treated
The virus retreated
And I don't care
Keep me stuck to this Velcro chair

Popping veins
Another hour of feeling strange
In the midst of everything
I'm losing every little thing
Silent whispers
Sound becomes crisper

And I can't comprehend
The message that it sends
My symptoms are treated
The virus retreated
And I don't care
Keep me stuck to this Velcro chair



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Thorpe
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