Letra de Please Sleep de Joan Of Arc

I find beside
a tragic addcidental
still life:
a single
anonymous pearly ear
ring, two tylenol
fetched but never
swallowed, and a neat
pile of ashes (who
knows how old?)
What you
looked liked .what you
look like. what you will
look like.
Me and you, a
photobooth, black and white pic-
ture proof:
shamless
time happens and passes
shapelessly. and
sometimes it's so
much easier to
miss someone
before you really know them.