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

They're all worth a thought

You can pick and choose

But I'm going through them all

Lump the bad ones in too

This is a firesale