I was a quiet one, a lonely one. but of course I had the company of chest pain and self doubt. I needn't a hand to hold because the spaces between my fingers were already occupied by shortcomings I couldn't let go of
Just keep me where the light is, Let it burn everything away
Turn me to dust
Bring me truth.
lay my face to the sun and I'll enjoy the warmth before the feelings fades
is it your turn or mine to kneel by the bedside and beg forgiveness for sins we didn't commit?
"sorry" is our sacred prayer; we are going nowhere over and over and over again
is it your turn or mine over romanticize what's average at best in the perfect light?
"you're my little evil twin"
"I will never love again" you say: "come back to me, i need you under my skin"