The space around our carved hearts
Is littered with, evidence
Evidence of time well spent
Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.
We let it be till someone else looks in,
And then its out the door
Its in the street again, blinds open
Evidence of time well spent
Boxing with bayonets yeah
Afraid someone will see just where weve been
I refuse to let it come to that
I want whats mine is mine is mine is mine is mine
I refuse to let it come to that
Im giving up on us
In this shallow body
Is a light been grey for so long
Cmon and take a bite yeah
Cause I want to spit out my tongue.
If it is the best that I could get baby I dont know
If thats the best that I could get then I dont know
I cant stand to bite my tongue.
Its ok, meant to be, its all right,
Im spent, still, sort of
Yeah, sort of
I cant keep these track-lines off y our soul
Im still breaking limbs in this, this wonder
We used our teeth to paint,
Down these halls.
Im giving up on us.