Pitch black, pale There was a stained glass, of the truth And I empty handed
You let me set With cheap So I patched up every leak that I
Till the grew too heavy by stage, I tear apart If is a form of art
I must be a poster child Thread by I come apart If brokenness is a of art
Surely this be my masterpiece I'm only honest when it If I it right, the thunder breaks When I open my
I tell you but I don't 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 I don't how No I know how I don't how
I love you but I don't know how I know how I wanna love you but I don't how I love you but I don't know how
I love you Pitch black, pale These wild oceans what's left of me loose to hear me cry mercy The wind at my back So lift up The only sail I have
tired white thread (white x4) I'm only honest it rains If I time it right, the thunder
When I my mouth I wanna tell you but I know how I'm only honest 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 only honest it rains
If I time it right, the breaks When I open my I wanna you but I don't know how how I'm only honest it rains An book, with a torn out page And my run out I love you but I don't know how I know how I know how I don't how I wanna you but I don't know how I don't how I wanna love you but I know how I love you but I don't know how I love you