Dead Wallets

[Eyedea] I've robbed myself on the ability to see the mountain by focusing on the mole hill you made and telling you all about it Now you tip-toe around, careful not to awaken the problem As long as it's asleep you call it solved All flaws forgotten Step within a mile You can smell the self-loathe Death of an only sundial Made touch and hell helpful meltdown, burn up Side-to-side, ache Lovers know each other How'd it feel when you imagined my face? I hurt Strangled by the money dirty bloody taste You hurt But we live to fight and fuck another day Shut your eyes butterfly and trust the skies I had enough of my shit too Your flight plan is justified I'm not sure I feel as awful as I act But Romeo never got his way by faking a laugh I'm making this puzzle one war at a time Yours truly My only and beloved falsely mine