thrown to the depths of my heart,
im sorry...

im sorry i couldn't find your morning kisses
from droopy eyes and tangled hands in the ocean of white sheets

im sorry i will never know what you're afraid of
what you value most in this world and bring it to you
the reasons why you love and the reasons why you hate

i can't recreate your kisses
and thats putting nails all over my skin and bleeding out slowly  
i can't touch you anymore
and thats burning my hands to ashes

i cant put them back together, ash doesn't like the new structure  

you wait for the right one and when the right one shows up you feel the need to run. Forrest cant beat me, i got him.