Pitch black, blue was a stained glass, variation of the truth And I empty handed
You let me set cheap wood So I patched up every that I could
Till the grew too heavy by stage, I tear apart If is a form of art
I must be a poster prodigy Thread by thread I come If brokenness is a of art
Surely this be my masterpiece I'm honest when it rains If I it right, the thunder breaks When I my mouth
I wanna tell you but I don't how I'm only honest it rains An open book, a torn out page And my run out
I love you but I don't know how I know how No I don't how I know how
I wanna love you but I know how I don't how I wanna love you but I know how I wanna you but I don't know how
I love 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
tired white thread (white x4) I'm only honest when it If I time it right, the breaks
When I open my I wanna you but I don't know how I'm honest when it rains An book, with a torn out page
And my run out I wanna you but I don't know how how I'm only when it rains
If I it right, the thunder breaks When I my mouth I wanna tell you but I know how how I'm only honest when it An open book, a torn out page And my run out I love you but I don't know how I don't how I don't how I don't how I wanna 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 know how I wanna you