Every time you close your eyes
Could you speak to me again?
And every breath you never got to breathe
Is a tattoo of my failure on my body

A gentler touch of the finer things
I am an idea that burnt up
Broken words and broken thoughts
Lend me your ear for confession

Every breath
That I take
Is a reminder of the better things
The way that things could be

Caustic praise, all your brighter days
Are just a compass in your pocket
Wasting time on a dimmer light
I never had plans for me without you

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