My voice comes out in twos and threes
I see your face in leaves on trees
Eyes behind me I can't recognize
Since that night I tell no lies
Days and nights to swallow pills
A silent love song that slowly kills
With shaking knees I feel the shame
For anything wrong, I am to blame
Your head on mine, my nerves on fire
Clothed in shadows, I walk the wire
Beginner's luck, I am a klutz
Something better than painted-on cuts
Small-town feast, we tread the outskirts
I feel privileged to be the first
Pink and green and brown, our eyes
I hate it most when we exchange goodbyes
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:20 PM UTC
My voice comes out in twos and threes
I see your face in leaves on trees
Eyes behind me I can't recognize
Since that night I tell no lies
Days and nights to swallow pills
A silent love song that slowly kills
With shaking knees I feel the shame
For anything wrong, I am to blame
Your head on mine, my nerves on fire
Clothed in shadows, I walk the wire
Beginner's luck, I am a klutz
Something better than painted-on cuts
Small-town feast, we tread the outskirts
I feel privileged to be the first
Pink and green and brown, our eyes
I hate it most when we exchange goodbyes
Written 5/11/2008
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