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