Lyric Clove Smoke Catharsis

Lean against the night and laugh as I try to scale the walls.
Ingnored futility fills the air. You re only there to watch me fall...
If only pure sweetness was offered, why s this bitter taste left in my mouth?
If I could catch my breath just to exhale, I d know that I held it in to long...
From above comes a faint smile, a new vantage such a view. Familiarity now disowned.
Just sit and stare as I walk away.