Repeat that.

When I let the engine die,

it made me think again about

the way you make that sound when you are done speaking.

I thought about how I couldn't' let it go

and how it seems so obvious that you had other goals.

Now I'm listening for an echo.

The only thing I could do was bend my knees,

found the brail and bowed my head in the darkened need

to know what you mean.

I've been trying to plead insanity for the last week

mother you find it hard to apologize completely.

The only thing I can remember that you said

was that the devil speaks from both sides of my head.

You're never going to say it again

You're never going to mean it again.

No I'm never going to hear it again.

No I'm never going to need it..

Need it again.