Pictures of a Night Scene - Pretty Girls Make Graves

I’m sorry I missed you

I mean I’m sorry I miss you

I didn’t know you had in you

Do you remember your way?

There’s ice on the lake again

Thin enough to be a hazard when

The smallest steps are too heavy and

You can’t will it away

You spit cold like you mean it

But you’re too numb to repeat it

And digging holes that you sleep in

And you can’t wish them away