Walking on eggshells but the eggshells are made of glass
Could you tell the difference between my lips and the bottles'?
I tell people I barely know that you're my soulmate
My entire vocabulary has been replaced with apologies
I keep messages from when you were happy to remind myself it's worth it
I can't tell if you were ever happy or if it was cocaine
I've left people for the idea that you can even feel love
Can you even feel love?