I am tormented by what will never be.
It sits inside me and claws at my skin
It clings to my throat,
Begging to be said every time I speak.
It blows smoke into my heart and fills me with doubt
It sits inside me and claws at my skin
It clings to my throat,
Begging to be said every time I speak.
It blows smoke into my heart and fills me with doubt
I am tormented by last looks,
By the thought that one day will be the last day I see you,
And my eyes will say everything I am too afraid to.
Speak, speak, damn you, speak
The idea is pure honey-sickled torture,
By the thought that one day will be the last day I see you,
And my eyes will say everything I am too afraid to.
Speak, speak, damn you, speak
The idea is pure honey-sickled torture,
And we sit here lying to each other
In another timeline,
We know each other entirely
In another universe,
I spoke.
But that is what cowards and fools say,
Because the only life we get is this one.
The world will sit on my tongue, as I turn to stone
And they will become ash along with me,
Forever mixed with my soul
Forever entangled with my heart
Forever forgotten, unspoken
In this universe and the next.
In another timeline,
We know each other entirely
In another universe,
I spoke.
But that is what cowards and fools say,
Because the only life we get is this one.
The world will sit on my tongue, as I turn to stone
And they will become ash along with me,
Forever mixed with my soul
Forever entangled with my heart
Forever forgotten, unspoken
In this universe and the next.
