Take me all the places that we used to go. The starlit city, our make-shift home. I'm not scared to hold your hand. On the streets of our own land. . Slow down, just breathe,.
I have a heart that gets on everybody's nerves. They don't want the truth, they just want the words. Blah blah blah blah and I can sing until I'm dead.
Another day, another waste of my heart. It only beats when it wants to. Another step, and I've learned to hold my breath. Still scared to want you. . I'll be the mess, you be the medicine.