putrefy

Trying together, it's what we are made from Living forever, it's not quiet right Definite things are so elusive Unless you're dead there's no excuses Lying together, feels so right Why can't I remember what it feels like? My imagination is so illusive All I want is the truth to prove this How do I get myself into, you? Dying together, I remember now Waiting on how it's all going to, work it's self out Trying forever, or at least until We're dead Laying together, it's what we are made from