blocker (i think)
this gray it matches my eyes: or at least the way that i'm seeing: and this concrete stretches for miles: weighs down broken shoulders and it's smothering: well the words that you spoke leave my mouth feeling dry: lost myself somewhere in these fluorescent lights: and for me it seems that it's over: so very over: so a crowd just like sawdust and it's coating my lungs: your ears now deaf to my cries: i'm fighting the panic so thick on my lips: and building our house out of lies: well the words that you spoke are bullets in my chest: i wish you'd go on take a shovel to bury this: 10: feet: under...for you maybe it's another day: but for me it's so very over