.
I've been waiting for the words to clear my throat,
And I've been waiting for my fingertips to fret forgotten notes.
There is so much here that I don't know,
And they've been staring at the clouds above my head praying for snow
.
So what if everything
That you ever loved
More than anything
Was killing you this slow?
You'd let it go.
.
I've been waiting for the words to set me straight,
Like every empty line's a curse that I can't break.
They say these spider webs around my head can all be brushed away,
But I'm confidently sure that that's not the case.
.
So what if everything
That you ever loved
More than anything
Was killing you this slow?
.
Yeah, what if everything
That you ever loved
More than anything
Was killing you this slow?
You'd let it go.
.
You'd let it go.
.
So what if everything
That you ever loved
More than anything
Was killing you this slow?
.
So what if everything
That you ever loved
More than anything
Was killing you this slow?
You'd let it go.