theres shadows of a different time hanging over our heads. lost in the memories of where weve been. theres shadows hanging over our heads. as five a.m. turns the hardest night of our lives into morning again.
why is it so hard to let go? i always thought things would end, far better than this. an easy goodbye under these dim lights. its about survival. is hate the only way to save another fight, save it for another night? and i cant try again, and move onto a place where love is second to grace.
and youll never have to see my fucking face. i dont want to be lost between a comfortable desperation and a saving grace. i dont want to be lost in what could have been. i dont want to be lost. i dont want to be the only one left behind.