From Autumn To Ashes

The end result of so many meetings
Late night diners with no one eating
We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee
Count the tiles upon the ceiling
Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
But don’t beg me to keep your eyes from crying
You said so much without ever parting your lips
Past 3am and im still far from sleep
This is a habit that i cant break
And my only company
Is skipping stones
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand
The street lights flicker like this match in my hand
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand begging to strike
Beggin to strike
And I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving