suffer long
to be honest with myself
still unsettled
for what i learned last month
nothing touches you
nothing reaches you
desperate eyes
scan the surface of her skin
she cannot shake
she cannot shake the scent of him
a-la-la
not the same
not myself
not again
suffer long
to be honest with myself
still unsettled
for what i learned last month
i cannot reach you
jesus, i cannot seem to touch you
i do not hate myself
