Soft Blood

It's funny how the leaves were green
Now they fall from trees and the last ones are brown and gold
I worry when I go outside
That the world won't like me and my old heart of stone
It's funny how we used to know what it meant to love
Now we don't know how to talk
I wish that when he said goodbye
I could dry my eyes and accept that as enough

You're not in love with me, in love with mystery
And when the veil lifts, this will all be history
Like when you kissed me, felt you missed me
Like you aimed for the head, but didn't hit me

Lost the purpose I crafted
Myself, and it's too late to start again
I've lost the purpose I crafted
Myself, and it's too late to start again



Credits
Writer(s): Jessica Nancy Smyth, Lloyd Douglas Macdonald, Harry Alexander Hayman, Alfie Leigh Jackson
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