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the more that you say the less i know
iโm begging for you to take my hand
wait for the signal and iโll meet you after dark
i shouldโve known from the look on your face
your heart was glass, and i dropped it
i dropped your hand while dancing left you out there standing
now no oneโs celebrating
the sight that flashed before me was your face when the sun goes down
i canโt give you a reason
i never was ready, so i watch you go
did i paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?
sometimes you just donโt know the answer till someoneโs on their knees and asks you
your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems
what a shame sheโs fucked in the head
you wonโt remember all my champagne problems
i donโt like a gold rush
i donโt like anticipating my face in a red flush
i donโt like that anyone would die to feel your touch
when did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?
will you forgive my soul when youโre too wise to trust me and too old to care?
everybody wonders what it would be like to love you
i donโt like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush
my mind turns your life into folklore
you know it could never be
the road not taken looks real good now
you can run but only so far
if itโs all in my head tell me now
when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?
i wouldโve loved you for a lifetime
i know iโm just a wrinkle in your new life
i canโt see facts through all of my fury
thereโll be happiness after me
do you ever stop and think about me?
seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain
your touch brought forth an incandescent glowย
when i got into the accident the sight that flashed before me was your face
my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
forever is the sweetest con
never be so kind, you forget to be clever
long story short, it was a bad time
it wasnโt right the way it all went down
donโt treat me like some situation that needs to be handled
i canโt remember what i used to fight for
sometimes giving up is the strong thing
sometimes to run is the brave thing
do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?
iโm right where you left me
i always felt i must look better in the rear view
i swear you could hear a hair pin drop
they expected me to find somewhere some perspective, but i sat and stared
i stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair
if our love died young i canโt bear witness