Junkie Spoon

This hole feels like home
You didn’t bring me here by accident or design
The stain feels my own
What little you don't violate, I'm left to pierce in time

It takes only one to know the difference between
It takes only once to show the ugliness inside

Why can’t we erase ourselves and redefine?
Stand still, let it all begin and lead us to the start

This spoon feels so deep,
We can no longer swim across the boundary line
I burned up this scene
The residue of ever-failing vows and all that still resides