overtly sentimental
slide my hand through hair
not to pretend i don't care
not to save my face
but to see
no pace
can help us flee
we're staying here
and we're not done

the deepest of blues is always in home
it's never enough for you to remember
the other colours all stifle your thoughts
you're not 18 to go on a ******

twenty five is always an option
you thought about it sometimes
but pictures are no longer on paper
burning them can't be a crime

while i still need you to be
this impeccable version of later
you sip, forget and stare back at me
the deepest of blues is a faker

burberry smiles
don't spare the denial
you keep what is yours
and you keep it a while
but you is not yours
so don't try to be nice
a regular smile
will surely suffice

my legs are hurting in these shoes
the road is hurting in my chest
i tried so hard to dodge the ruse
that put me in this mess
so confiding in abuse
i denied to choose
the road we started to detest

i watched you sleep
i rushed to you
i trembled
at your feet
it's hard to cope
this missing link
this ransom hope
this crazy kink
you sip in me
you needn't
watch me sleep

no man's an island
but every man gets hurt
when essentially reminded
that as an island
he is made of dirt

so how's the whiteness of your eyes
i wonder if i'm still surprising you
and if i still imagine flights
of objects that you threw

is the red a sign of water
or maybe it's the lack of sleep
your aim thank god it falters
but still i crumble in defeat

i never thought this whiteness
has anything to do with you
sadly, no amount of colour blindness
can deny your eyes of blue