Constance

She is empty emotionally most of the time
Her eyes, they display that she hasn't been crying
Holding a hand that came down from the clouds
She's ungrateful and hides in the smiles of their cry
In her jokes there's no humor, her words sound so strange
She hates all those faces you make
And you can't understand and you can't contemplate
And you're always too weak and you're always too late
And the buildings surround her and bathe her in steam
But she only sees numbers in dreams
The smiles washed her bare (?) and her white teeth aside (?) for you
It's time and you ran inside
She just speaks accusations, she isn't afraid
Of a system that she never made
And you just can't understand, you just can't contemplate
And you're always too weak and you're always too late
But I know that she's waiting, she doesn't care
I'll go bathe in her love that never was there
I'll go drink up the tenderness she can't provide
And I'll visit her grave when she's died
And I'll visit the places she took joy and pain
And I'll stare hard at her every stain
And I'll walk all alone in my cruel autumn days
And I'll cherish her memory always