(no subject)
We are sick of distance
Grieving for this failure
a promise of forever
binds the clock by its wrists
"We'll be here." "But here is gone." we say.
like clockwork
our eyes still bleed
dripping in perfect time
to a love so redefined
she cries as stars fill her lungs
together we'll drown
knees scrape the ocean floor
If here is gone
then there will always be just out of reach
we're only two stars falling from the night sky
leaving behind a trail of despondency and heartache
hurtling towards the same black ocean
it may be pain but it's also a promise of forever.
((Cross out the cliche; We are the new trend.))
Grieving for this failure
a promise of forever
binds the clock by its wrists
"We'll be here." "But here is gone." we say.
like clockwork
our eyes still bleed
dripping in perfect time
to a love so redefined
she cries as stars fill her lungs
together we'll drown
knees scrape the ocean floor
If here is gone
then there will always be just out of reach
we're only two stars falling from the night sky
leaving behind a trail of despondency and heartache
hurtling towards the same black ocean
it may be pain but it's also a promise of forever.
((Cross out the cliche; We are the new trend.))