Where To Go

I don't know where to go is a singe only burns can sting in the flesh I don't know what to do about the warmth, only another body can give Mark my words I wash up but I feel tainted to the bones I need a place, I need a body, I can call home To which address have I sent letters, and did they not arrive? At what point was it for the better to spend loneliness alive? Did I catch your attention? Am I your exception? Allow me to breathe, allow me to silence my mind Even though I was up and about I still feel like I'm wasting my time Mark my words, I wash up but I feel tainted to the bones I need a place, I need a body, I can call home Mark my words, I wash up but I feel, tainted to the bones I need a place, I need a body I can call home