Sympathy Orchestra

This is a letter I started and I'll ever get the chance to finish it I left the spaces here for you to fill in Cross them out, cross me out of the picture We've been living a weeks worth of truth In a years worth of lies Now I feel so damaged, so broken, so hollow Now reach out for me touch these cracking ribs Sometimes I think you forgot my name Sometimes I feel you forget my face The way you lick your lips Your body temperature climbs you look at me Like you were looking at last night The way you lick your lips Your body temperature climbs Sometimes I think you forgot my name Sometimes I feel you forget my face --- Sympathy Orchestra - Bury Your Dead