Fresh Graves - Living Syndication

I held that scene in smothering starlight

We were so free, just you and me

Now it’s all wrong, I can see that you’re stalling

Why would you be apart from me

Why am I the one to blame

Why am I considering the shame

Why am I covering fresh graves

Will you be long?

It’s depravity calling

When I’m alone, are you with me?

It’s cold at home, and the temperature’s falling

Where would you be if not me?