I'll carry your orchids through the endless blue, until I can mark the day that you arrive back here.
I waited so long for your song to play again just so I could find out how lonely I still am, beneath it all I've never really changed.
You placed your hands over my eyes when I wasn't ready to never see you again, my pulse slowed as the only thing left here was the silence.
My pain never weakened, it just grew new eyes and fingers.
My cracked hands pull at your thrift shop stockings, looking for a way out of the night, a reason to keep trying, to ignore the relentless scratching of my addictions.
But I know it's all just fragments of the dream that I'll never outrun.
I waited so long for your song to play again just so I could find out how lonely I still am, beneath it all I've never really changed.
You placed your hands over my eyes when I wasn't ready to never see you again, my pulse slowed as the only thing left here was the silence.
My pain never weakened, it just grew new eyes and fingers.
My cracked hands pull at your thrift shop stockings, looking for a way out of the night, a reason to keep trying, to ignore the relentless scratching of my addictions.
But I know it's all just fragments of the dream that I'll never outrun.