CERAMICI keep expecting you to wither up and fade away
I keep expecting to find myself
in this clouded haze of gray
it seems the more that I want you here
the less you stay
the longer I know you the more I find to hate
I keep expecting to find in you some
temporary sanctity
I keep expecting to break through in the
hope of a reckoning
it seems there really is no for real cuz you're so fake
the longer I know you the more I find to hate
I HATE YOU
show your face show me something
I keep building it up is this all for nothing
I keep telling myself you'll diffuse my confusion
I keep expecting to resist but I always seem
to give in
the closer I get to you the more you hesitate
the longer I know you the more I find to hate
