Sister Crayon

Other, neglect can be a very heavy thing With it's rises It's rising Other, I feel it's losing It's color It's coloring Give me good news, Some holy penchant Linger in subtle doses Where I've been intimate Not this dreary shit, Odd examples Not this

My Light, I have failed you coming down But even prayer fails, so what now? If I'm a cynic, then please say so Nothing's gonna to change until we both know I was born faithless, born into a blur I never left nothing except a little hurt behind I was