I hate the way I sink into your eyes
Caught in a landslide stuck in my own mind
When your words are ripped and reveal too much
With such pain I will never be the same
Tell me they’re wrong and lets mix into the sun
Tender words liek loaded guns
an the sons of the long forgotten songs
If it was all right
Then how did your lips fall out of line?
I strive to be alone in love with your image in my heart.
I’m spilt like neon lights on the concrete you cracked when your part.
I’m a record, baby, a vinyl pressing of your heart
Maybe some day I’ll play it right,
but until then I’ll part it out of sight.
I’m a miracle worker with words
and you’re the miracle of my heart
These stitches are getting torn
Let me know if we’re claser than we’re far
Why is it the fall that hurts the most?
You sink with the fall and the rise,
but in between you’re on steady ice.
I don’t want to tread on shallow water
Concrete jungle - spiders crawl inside her.
I hate the way you make me feel
I don’t want to love you,
so tell me if this isn’t real.