Why do the waves always drowned me yet they decide to spare you
maybe it's because I'm sad but baby you're just as broken
razor blades float nicely
alcohol is in my dreams
all the cards fall onto the table and I'll sleep in the bathtub this week
the walls have caved in way too far and I'm seeing your face in the dark
maps to places I've never been with dirt roads probably lost between all the
shooting stars that you used to wish on and the constellations I thought of they appeared in my dreams and I still don't get what you mean when you told me you'd never stop loving me
