We can't hide, no not here.
Emotions got the best of us.
We are exposed.
I'm scratching at the walls.
My grip around your wrist
Is letting up again and I
Can't stop wheezing
I promise you're not the reason.
This house is empty now.
I'm breaking all the furniture.
Hollow hallways.
The lights are always off here.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
We can't hide, no not here.
Emotions got the best of us.
We are exposed.
I'm scratching at the walls.
My grip around your wrist
Is letting up again and I
Can't stop wheezing
I promise you're not the reason.
This house is empty now.
I'm breaking all the furniture.
Hollow hallways.
The lights are always off here.