Who She Is or Who She Was

Traced the tattoo of your last lover's name On the corner of the cage that holds your breath While I settled in next to your gentle frame Your secluded heart disguised in silhouette You told me you loved me But I could taste her name on the tip of your tongue I breathed you in, in attempt to draw her out of your lungs The truth is you don't have the guts to admit that I am not the one I'll never be who she is or who she was Woke up to your arm asleep beneath my weight The sanguine sun was breaking through the blinds I basked in your insincerity For a moment disregarding every time You told me you loved me But I could taste her name on the tip of your tongue I breathed you in, in attempt to draw her out of your lungs The truth is you don't have the guts to admit that I am not the one I'll never be who she is or who she was You told me you loved me But I could taste her name on the tip of your tongue I breathed you in, in attempt to draw her out of your lungs The truth is you don't have the guts to admit that I am not the one I'll never be who she is or who she was