I'm a grave, and we're buried for memory passing the streets I learned to breathe, and it's grave when I've hidden all this time
These sheets stay shut from the shutters frame in time, adjust the aperture and I'm weightless look at me, the fragile frame of a boy, who fought the world
Again we fall as the light flashes, and we're breathing slowly if I gave the sun the chance to breathe, I'd have no motivation, to forgive the ticking of time Like fish to the sea and we're staring at wrists, "yours were so perfectly defined..."
Well I'm all out, done partin' my teeth for your pretty sleep my words stay held like the calloused lines, etched deep in your bones so I shake
So I shake as they prode through my skin, how do we live when our home starts collapsing? Somewhere I wrote it in Las Cruces Above the same tree tops, the way we fell asleep, tie my words to honest confessions, I gave my worth in pennies and pictures, painted shorelines I hated Reminisced on happiness we know that has faded
And through the ambulance window, I never pictured myself fading Like the cities I've slept with, like the people I've laughed with, like the happiness I'm promised, like the love that's never honest