Flies - Mono Inc.

I’m staring at the wall

Your flavor on my lips

I’m watching and I’m counting

All you left me with

Flies

Flies

I held your picture in the fan

I spilled your drink and your perfume

I share my love with those who join me

In this somber empty room

Flies

Flies

I pressed the pillow on your face

You didn’t want my sympathy

You kept your love for those who join you

Seven feet beneath the trees

Flies

Flies