Lyrics
its not quit cold enough to make excuses for tense shoulders, to label me naive and unaware. so close your eyes and stencil out your dreams. ill try my best to color them but i have never been good with lines. its you im looking for. i hope its you im looking for. im running out of songs and stories to crack a smile and squint your eyes. i tell myself that you get lonely when im not there to bid goodnight. its hard to understand, the feelings i keep getting in my head, from flourishing to dead, im painted gold. im running out of words to rhyme with torn, so please remove your fingers from my open sores. insecurities stuck between my teeth, but somehow i can lift my head to you. and if these eyes could breathe half as loud as sweat that fills my brow you’d see another point of view. days can turn to weeks, with fears that i am nothing more than recreation, nothing more than time well spent. and it makes it hard to breathe. take back this poison you call hope. it only leads to disappointment, and ive found you out this time, did you find it hard this time.
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