Dead Wallets

[Eyedea]

I've robbed myself on the ability to see the mountain by focusing on the mole hill you made and telling you all about it
Now you tip-toe around, careful not to awaken the problem
As long as it's asleep you call it solved
All flaws forgotten

Step within a mile
You can smell the self-loathe
Death of an only sundial
Made touch and hell helpful meltdown, burn up
Side-to-side, ache
Lovers know each other
How'd it feel when you imagined my face?
I hurt
Strangled by the money dirty bloody taste
You hurt
But we live to fight and fuck another day

Shut your eyes butterfly and trust the skies
I had enough of my shit too
Your flight plan is justified

I'm not sure I feel as awful as I act
But Romeo never got his way by faking a laugh
I'm making this puzzle one war at a time
Yours truly
My only and beloved falsely mine