Significant Others - This Day Forward

Inferior to the faces hanging over me

You choose to join them, I remain unaccepted

So what’s left for us… paper mache conversations?

So what is left for us?

Back to the nothingness we started at

I’ve devoted a world and you can’t spare me pity

Your words have threaded this web of rejection

I can only promise that I will unmask the faces hanging over me

(the only thing i will ever be is a memory)