Pure Triangles

The stony face, a true reflection

A sin to taste revisitation

But all these walls have right angles

And all these thoughts are pure trianglesDon't hold me up for too long

I'm not that tough, I'm not that strong

You see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, nowA broken heart with new direction

A blank, blank line with no inflection

But all these walls have right angles

And all these thoughts are pure trianglesDon't hold me up for too long

I'm not that tough, I'm not that strong

Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now?

Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now?

Now