A Signed Photo Of Anne

scattered on the floor
a tasteless little nit that never lost her ground
you can feel a little more
there's nothing that you said that ever made a sound

pull me
pull me by my eyes
pull me
pull me by my eyes
take my legs and pull them to your stride

the faster you go, the quicker i lose all past thoughts of you
with my hands bruised you gave me words
that fucking weren't even real

pull me
pull me by my eyes
pull me
pull me by my eyes
take my legs and pull them to your stride

take my legs and pull them to your stride
i lost count
of the times you swore to me that you'd never forget

if anne could see me now, she'd give her hands to me
put them both away
where i cant see