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Hold my hands. Yes, hold them close so tightly for so long I have felt this fear. |
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Take deep breaths, don't give up here just yet, |
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You swear your endings somewhere near. I was there. |
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Pulling into my driveway, running straight to the front door, |
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As to see her tell my family that he had stopped intake long before. |
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After that coming from every angle, a thousand things running through my head. |
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Didn't expect it now, no, not now, why it's so soon? |
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Yet I'm still poised and offering as I tread the living room. |
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Oh, you held me higher than I thought that I could climb, I'd just say "no". |
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Guilty me. I treated you like shit, and you were all I ever wanted in me, |
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I owe you it too, because I missed my last chance to say that I love you. |
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I caught a glimpse of his legs, collapsed in black leaning over the slaves. |
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A place that I used call home, call my home, |
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In that street that house where I came from. |
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Guilty me. I treated you like shit, and you were all I ever wanted in me, |
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I owe you it too, because I missed my last chance to say that I love you. |
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Hold my hands. Yes, hold them close so tightly for so long I have felt this fear. |
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Take deep breaths, don't give up here just yet, |
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You swear your endings somewhere near. I was there. |
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Pulling into my driveway, running straight to the front door, |
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As to see her tell my family that he had stopped intake long before. |
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Guilty me. I treated you like shit, and you were all I ever wanted in me, |
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I owe you it too, because I missed my last chance to say that I love you. |