my hands reach for the strings
but i have butterfingers, and i hesitate too much
another missed chance, another lost opportunity
i wanted to tell you first
the confession was sitting on my tongue
but it burned down my cowardly throat instead
every time, the acceptance settles in my heart
heavy, like a small weight on my chest
at least i can carry my regrets without anyone seeing
go ahead, keep the lights shining on me
as i dance with someone who deserves better
who should have received a whole world
but if you look closely, all i had to offer was an arm to hold
and a smile for the pictures when we needed to pose
for my whole world was already in someone else's arms
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 11:35 PM UTC
my hands reach for the strings
but i have butterfingers, and i hesitate too much
another missed chance, another lost opportunity
i wanted to tell you first
the confession was sitting on my tongue
but it burned down my cowardly throat instead
every time, the acceptance settles in my heart
heavy, like a small weight on my chest
at least i can carry my regrets without anyone seeing
go ahead, keep the lights shining on me
as i dance with someone who deserves better
who should have received a whole world
but if you look closely, all i had to offer was an arm to hold
and a smile for the pictures when we needed to pose
for my whole world was already in someone else's arms
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