Echo

I guess it's what I wanted
But it's hardly mine at all
Taciturn desire
The moment's all wrong

You skewed my expectations
For God knows how long

Don't get ahead of yourself now
And think I won't still give you the world
I think the least of myself
And I think the most of your words
It's a far cry from love
I don't know your middle name
But I'll savor each breath you spare for me
Won't wash the pillow case

There are the fleeting moments
When I tell myself it's you
Often when you're talking
And there's darkness to mask the truth

I'm just the echo of
Whoever's last to talk
You make me feel so stupid
Remind me what I'm not
I use up all my rhymes
Trying to let the feeling go
You're the burning lungs
Of held in breath
The pain I want to know



Credits
Writer(s): Niamh Kierans
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