What Are You Listening To?


Stitch by stitch I tear apart
If brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy

Thread by thread I come apart
If brokenness is a work of art
Surely this must be my masterpiece

I'm only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks
When I open my mouth
I wanna tell you but I don't know how
I'm only honest when it rains
An open book, with a torn out page
And my inks run out

I wanna love you but I don't know how
I don't know how
No I don't know how
I don't know how
 

I SWEAR THere WAS LIFHTNIN, COMING FROM UR EYES! STARTING A FIRE INa hOTEELL ROOM! AND YEA WE WERE DANCJN, DANCING TO BRUNO! AND I COULDNT TURN AWAY FROM YOU!!!!!!!!​
 
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