Seven days is all we had left You’re a ghost in our bed And I forget Every word you said It's so hard to feel Alive when I mourn every morning I wake
And I still lose myself in you
I understand how it must look to you When the dotwork of my blood On my face comes into view Vessels cracking under the pressure from me Wailing at the walls If saying it makes it real Then why am I still here? Nail marks on my palms Like stigmatas of my own creation
Let me swim in your head Just enough to lose mine It’s hard to lose myself in you
And still, I lose myself in youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
