satosugu
i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
satosugu
in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
satosugu
did you ever hear about
the boy who got frozen?
time went on for everybody
else, he won’t know it
he’s still 16 inside his fantasy
how it was supposed to be
satosugu
how can you say that you love
someone you can't tell is dying?
i sent you signals and bit my
nails down to the quick
my face was gray but you
wouldn't admit that we were sick
satosugu
you look like yourself
but you're somebody else
only it ain't on the surface
well you talk like yourself
no, i hear someone else though
now you’re making me nervous
satosugu
i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
you grew your hair long
you got new icons
and from the outside
it looks like you're trying lives on
i miss the old ways
you didn't have to change
but i guess i don't have a say
now that we don't talk
someone who doesn't want to be saved is like the setting sun sinking into the mountains. no matter how you hold out your hand, there's no way to reach them. there was no way to reach him.
satosugu
i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.