We held on but we soon let go,
All the strings inside us broke,
We made a map of nails and skin,
Her flesh is stronger when not here,
Followed, distant secrecy
We're windows, so afraid to live,
The water tastes like her disease,
And she still looks me in the eye,
There's something worthy to see,
The warmth won't feel nice
When we've floated away for so long,
We locked the cars and we crossed our hearts,
Through paper razors the path is sharp,
She's heavy with sleep made poetry,
Won't be like when we imagined it,
She wrote of love and of nothing left,
The note smelled of escapes and red,
And she somehow meant to pick me back,
And she still looks me in the eye,
There's something worthy to see,
The warmth won't feel nice
When we've floated away for so long,
Between ideals and treacherous things,
I seemed to dream of her for years,
But still I hope to fuel belief,
It wasn't hard at all to leave,
And she still looks me in the eye,
There's something worthy to see,
The warmth won't feel nice
When we've floated away for so long
