This is our home now, lay us in the back seat. Preach for the wrong words, praying for leave (x2)
Taking the stomach to higher planes, and letting the skin breath out your name. You've brought me around here, followed your hope for miles, found you've burned down our home.
Guarding my ribs with the hands you'd protect, but nothing is sacred. No scripture, no text. These hands they would hold you so close to my chest, but now you've watched my life backwards and over the ledge.
Following your heels, closer to your home. Black out the walls, paint the unknown. Pills couldn't save you, neither could I. "I loved you more..."
Then I let that thought die.
But now I've found lamps in the wake of your waves. Now I know better than I let myself believe.
Now the sun has found his only moon together they sway back and forth forces waves to bloom. Maybe when the rope is tight around my neck, as the light fades out I'll find no grace in death. I have felt her lifting up my head
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