Rule out stress Pick me a dress Preen my disheveled hair Give me no air I want to breathe your skin Listen to the steady beat Of a racing beat Meant for the girl who left you Years ago on a ***** road
I have a universe inside my chest Made of places and heavy stones Memories I am a black hole and when I stare at you I know we are the same I would recognize another black hole From miles away.
When you call my name but still act the same When you play a trick on me I'm ecstatic If you feel good then you're delusionnal It's not about the way you feel When I'm in between It's about the truths you say in the silence *Afterwards