Insincerity as an Artform

It's been a long time since I
felt the rain upon my head

It's been a long time since I
felt the rain upon my head

A moment in separation
The foreground don't seem so bright
These angels in my head are in between the shadow and the light

Were my arms too short to ransom you
from broken skin and black and blue?
Unstitch your eyes so you could
read this forever, and read this forever

Dead and broken and I'm
backwards turned to love
My heart in a box I send to you
for a sky held up by stars

Were my arms too short to ransom you
from broken skin and black and blue?
Unstitch your eyes so you could
read this forever, and read this forever
Ohhh

It's been a long time since I felt,
felt the rain upon my head
Ohhh
Your varying degress of grayness
tugging the deepest of heartstrings.

Were my arms too short to ransom you
from broken skin and black and blue?
Unstitch your eyes so you could
read this forever, and read this forever
Were my arms too short to ransom you
from broken skin and black and blue?
I'll unstitch your eyes
so you could read this forever, and read this forever