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