
作词 : Jordan Reyes/Caitlin Cole
作曲 : Jordan Reyes/Caitlin Cole
I feel it less and less often
Can't you see I'm exhausted
I miss the shapes that break the wakes and take my breath away
It's getting harder to read you
I promise I didn't mean to push you to the edge
This fever fed the part of me that pushes you away
I'm trying
I'm trying harder than I ever had
To patch the backstabs made by my own hand
On my own back
And I saw you shot down second hand
By the targets that I laid by my own hand
On my own back
The short circuit in my head that keeps the dishes dirty
And texts left on read
They say to keep some for yourself so I kept it all
And even if I did decide to take the leap in shackles chains and all
There'd be no one here to see me fall