Pressed between the pages
Folded in your spine
It feels like it's been ages
Don't leave me behind
I break my wrist waving goodbye to you for the last
Your forked tongue tells tales of us being just fine
The words were sweet
Like honey at the time
But they grew sour
As they repeated in my mind
I break my wrist waving goodbye to you for the last
Your forked tongue tells tales of us being just fine
Fill your cup with broken dreams
Drink away your wilted leaves
Fill your void with nicotine
Sew it up just to tear the seam