Another roadside, another b-line, one for the archives.
The same shape, in a different light.
Line locked and airtight, take stock and realign.
I've been trying to break my own heart, and fix it to fall apart.
Words mean nothing up there in my bed, but some things are better left unsaid.
Another whitewash, another fabric, torn from the same cloth that you've outrun.
Between the humming and hawing, we lost count.
I've been trying to break my own heart, and fix it to fall apart.
Words mean nothing up there in my bed, but some things are better left unsaid.
Between the humming and hawing, I've been trying hard to make the right decisions.
Between the humming and hawing, I've been trying hard to make the right decisions.
Between the humming and hawing, I've been trying hard to make the right decisions.
Between the humming and hawing, I've been trying hard to make the right decisions.
Between the humming and hawing, I've been trying hard to make the right decisions.
Between the humming and hawing, I've been trying hard to make the right decisions.
Decisions, decisions.
Decisions, decisions.