Pitch black, blue There was a stained glass, of the truth And I empty handed
You let me set cheap wood So I patched up every that I could
the blame grew too heavy Stage by stage, I apart If is a form of art
I be a poster child prodigy Thread by thread I come If brokenness is a of art
Surely this be my masterpiece I'm only honest it rains If I time it right, the breaks When I open my
I tell you but I don't know how I'm only when it rains An open book, with a torn out And my run out
I love you but I don't know how I know how No I know how I don't how
I wanna love you but I don't how I don't how I wanna love you but I don't how I wanna love you but I know how
I wanna you Pitch black, pale These wild shake what's left of me loose Just to me cry mercy The wind at my back So I'll up The only that I have
This tired thread (white x4) I'm only honest it rains If I time it right, the thunder
When I my mouth I wanna you but I don't know how I'm honest when it rains An book, with a torn out page
And my run out I wanna you but I don't know how how I'm only when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder I open my mouth I wanna tell you but I know how how I'm only honest when it An open book, a torn out page And my run out I wanna you but I don't know how I know how I know how I know how I wanna love you but I don't how I don't how I love you but I don't know how I wanna love you but I know how I wanna you