Driving off course
Back in the saddle
Theres blood in my mouth
I’m talking too fast
The tower of babble
I don’t need faith
And I don’t want power...
I’m burdened with thoughts
That burst and bloom
And might devour
Us whole
Two halves
Three words we can’t take back
Chaos
Arms crossed
Tried to make a wisecrack
Face down
Fed up
All this shallow chitchat
Star-crossed
Sweet hearts
I hate it when you say
Young love isn’t love
Is it love?
Easy Love?
Walking the dog
But losing the battle
Head in the clouds
Spring in my step
I might unravel
But i don’t need fate
Counting the hours
So settle down quick
Even thе score
Find shelter in a foxholе
Two halves
Three to one, a setback
Chaos
Arms crossed
Attempting to make contact
Face down
Fed up
“I’m sorry” feels too abstract
Star crossed
Sweet heart
I hate it when you say
Young love isn’t love
Is it love?
Easy love?