Oh, my blood
Is thick with regret
The sounds of this house
Beating through my chest
And when the storms arrive
The flood beneath will rise
You'll look into my eyes and sing
Nothing left in my lungs for you
Oh, my thoughts
They seem to reflect
Like mirrors in my head
I see my silhouette
And when the storms arrive
The flood beneath will rise
You'll look into my eyes and sing
I was never enough for you
Paint silhouettes
With my fingertips
Trace out my regrets
Like they don't exist
