I held your hands when you were very very angry
I've been lost, stolen, and have felt weeknight pity
My cure for loneliness was a waste of energy
My life is a sentence constantly being rewritten
My life is a black line erased with a frequent recurrence
Fire to dust with your cold and new blandishments
I said "Fun can turn over when sober very quickly"
Open your mouth to my wine, and somehow take it away
Your words have become more and more filthy
I just want you to stay with me, don't you want to?
Its hard not to know how your days begins
When you're lying next to someone new
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
I held your hands when you were very very angry
I've been lost, stolen, and have felt weeknight pity
My cure for loneliness was a waste of energy
My life is a sentence constantly being rewritten
My life is a black line erased with a frequent recurrence
Fire to dust with your cold and new blandishments
I said "Fun can turn over when sober very quickly"
Open your mouth to my wine, and somehow take it away
Your words have become more and more filthy
I just want you to stay with me, don't you want to?
Its hard not to know how your days begins
When you're lying next to someone new
