You've thrown away all I've given to you Its not much but its all I ever had
I'm Never Old Enough
Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear
Breathe me in like air: innocent. My fingers bleed. I've been writing too much, Preventing these words from searing my battered throat. And I can't fucking speak so I'll sketch your face.
Each line was a cry, each curve bore blindness.
Prevent my arms from failing. Limitless expressions. To your face I can't conform. But give my hands the chance that I wouldn't have. It was the first time that our words kissed, but our lips didn't even touch. Skin touched skin. The first time in my life that I existed. And each time that we breathe, we're reborn.
We're reborn each time we breathe.
These nights were gaining strength but losing ground. A short live grace.
"Addressed to your tongue, I taste your ways with a pen in my mouth. Signed, I taste your ways"
And in a matter of time my life went from white to black, incriminating distance. Where the fuck did you go? What happened to us?With this retouching paint, I used a brush to apply to your canvas. Afterall, this was once a beautiful painting.
Each lasting memory will control each word I write.
I used to think that my hand could dance.I really only needed to hold myself up. You were never a crutch, as you tore me away like these fringed paper ends. Each lasting memory controls each word I write. I used to think that my hand could dance. But now I see my hand's been broken for quite some time.
Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear
Breathe me in like air: innocent. My fingers bleed. I've been writing too much, Preventing these words from searing my battered throat. And I can't fucking speak so I'll sketch your face.
Each line was a cry, each curve bore blindness.
Prevent my arms from failing. Limitless expressions. To your face I can't conform. But give my hands the chance that I wouldn't have. It was the first time that our words kissed, but our lips didn't even touch. Skin touched skin. The first time in my life that I existed. And each time that we breathe, we're reborn.
We're reborn each time we breathe.
These nights were gaining strength but losing ground. A short live grace.
"Addressed to your tongue, I taste your ways with a pen in my mouth. Signed, I taste your ways"
And in a matter of time my life went from white to black, incriminating distance. Where the fuck did you go? What happened to us?With this retouching paint, I used a brush to apply to your canvas. Afterall, this was once a beautiful painting.
Each lasting memory will control each word I write.
I used to think that my hand could dance.I really only needed to hold myself up. You were never a crutch, as you tore me away like these fringed paper ends. Each lasting memory controls each word I write. I used to think that my hand could dance. But now I see my hand's been broken for quite some time.