In my dreams,
All of your faces are sown up together
Into the patchwork of people
I’ve stitched up.
I made myself a pretty dress
From the threads that were pulled
In the process of promise breaking
And wear it now beneath everything.
In my dreams,
All of your faces are sown up together
Into the patchwork of people
I’ve stitched up.
I made myself a pretty dress
From the threads that were pulled
In the process of promise breaking
And wear it now beneath everything.
