You could hear those boots thumping from the fog. You thought you’d hide until you learned to sing. But you still feel those boots trampling on your strings. When you hold the light. When you drown in drink. When you try to break all the things that you love. All the things that you love.
You think you’re all alone but you’re hotter than the sun. We can feel your influence, it’s obvious. Try to wash it off, brush it from your breath but you’ll just burn it off til there’s nothing left.
You dreamt that night you had a secret farm where you could grow her row by row, yeah. You’d perfect the art, this time you’d get it right. Yeah she’d think what you think, enjoy those fiery nights. They still broke your heart, they still laughed at your hunger strikes, hate when you win the fight, and when you lose.
You think you’re all alone but you’re hotter than the sun. We can feel your influence, it’s obvious. Try to wash it off, brush it from your breathe but you’ll just burn it off til there’s nothing left.
You befriend my loss, you can touch from a thousand yards, and you always recommend the lies to ignore and the ones to tell. And the ones to tell! And here it is a song you thought you lost. Here is it, a day you made no mistakes. Here it is, a smile that means what you want. Here she is, the friend that shows you the cost: all those desperate lies, all those petty blows, all those lonely times. The next level of loss. The next level of trust. The next level of loss. The next level of trust. The next level.