Your silhouette's a hundred metres down from mine
I would run but I couldn't catch you if I tried
My hands are numb, my face is red
My lips are freezing 'neath my boiling head
I wanna pretend that I'm content
That I don't wish for the slowest death
And I didn't find it
Within this love
That I don't mind it
Swimming in blood
There goes my favourite tee, spoiled and scathed
And the sing-song heartbeat I used to sleep is used to betray
I wanna pretend I can be saved
That fate is not impossible to escape
And I didn't like it
Within this love
And I don't mind it
Swimming in blood
Your silhouette's a hundred metres down from mine
I would run but I couldn't catch you, I tried
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
