But that was 4 years ago And tonight I feel like I'm switching and turning and unwinding on the darkly lit floors.
Listening to you, again.
Im going to go through it all over again And I am hoping that this time When I forget what your voices sound like I won't be scared.
That when I tear myself to dust I won't have to lose myself to you. And I can love you all the same Without you holding me by my ribs.
Because I've been ending and beginning over and over again on the same lines, same recordings we did during ungodly hours. The same arguments and beats that won't stop mocking me. Your laughter and the way you would run back to me and leave me hanging all in the same week.