Pitch black, pale There was a stained glass, variation of the And I felt empty
You let me set cheap wood So I up every leak that I could
the blame grew too heavy Stage by stage, I apart If brokenness is a of art
I must be a poster prodigy Thread by thread I come If is a work of art
Surely this must be my I'm only honest it rains If I time it right, the breaks I open my mouth
I wanna tell you but I know how I'm honest when it rains An open book, with a out page And my run out
I wanna love you but I don't how I know how No I don't how I know how
I wanna love you but I know how I don't how I wanna love you but I know how I wanna love you but I don't how
I wanna you Pitch black, blue wild oceans shake what's left of me loose Just to me cry mercy The strong at my back So I'll up The only that I have
This tired thread (white x4) I'm only honest it rains If I it right, the thunder breaks
I open my mouth I wanna tell you but I know how I'm honest when it rains An open book, with a out page
And my run out I love you but I don't know how how I'm honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder I open my mouth I tell you but I don't know how how I'm honest when it rains An open book, a torn out page And my run out I love you but I don't know how I don't how I don't how I know how I wanna love you but I don't how I know how I wanna love you but I don't how I wanna love you but I don't how I love you