Pothole (Explicit)

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 on my 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 had dried

And where i thought id 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

Its a sick sad sham of a marriage

But its all there is its 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