"Is trust really that fucking hard
(A gesture of faith in me)
You make it so, and you let go within the circle
(blasphemy so regularly, right?)
Everyone knows what you wear
The face of doubt
To live without
(Honestly we're deceiving each other)

You speak of awe
(It's not enough)
and take every word from me
(Fighting everyone that I see
Learning when and where not to be)
You speak of awe
(It's not enough)
And make every word taste sweet"

It gives me the Sunday night feeling, and I feel so sad. And I think of how good it makes me feel, and how good it is to me, and how I am reminded. I am always reminded. I let this penetrate me, and only this. For now..

"My invasion of thoughts is your caviar"