Void

God damn you're So sick of The space Between your fingers and... (What comes of us comes through us) God damn you're (And leaves us thin as string lights) (Hung up around a tree no one tends) So sick of (All night I walk between the full moon and your heart) The space (If there is a word for feeling lost) (It is tired of being said) Between your fingers and your heart I'd feel the weight You'd help me out Our legs locked in You'd press me down Your stomach turns But not your mouth Your stomach turns But not your mouth I'd feel the weight You'd help me out Our legs locked in You'd press me down Your stomach turns But not your mouth Your stomach turns But not your mouth Liar You slip sometimes Absent minded Absent minded Throw the first fistful of earth Carved into stone you put the weight of my worth You caught a break You caught a break I feel the weight so go ahead and bury me Absent minded You mess up your timing Motion captures What you're going after Sensing weakness Use it like a resource We're unbalanced I guess you'll need recourse I guess you'll need recourse You slip sometimes Absent minded You mess up your timing We're unbalanced It's your silver lining You slip sometimes