Pothole کے بول

The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed At a far off date unknown Impressed in concrete from walking home alone After walking you home And the mops of greasy hair Will romanticize my despair But they won't know That I didn't care I like the silence I like the empty streets Crawl down 'em on hands and knees in a heartbeat If I had to I owe 'em that at the very least The map had faded out, but I could have sworn I noted every stride I guess the rain hit Before the ink could dry And where I thought I'd be Was not what I perceived Assessing the progress From beneath your sheets That's why I need the silence I need the empty streets Just as bad as they don't need me It's a sick, sad sham of a marriage But it's all there is It's all I need I can be everything you need If you make me I can be every crack in your concrete If you let me off easy I can be easily deceived If you want that But you are the ember of my heart Whether you like that or not