blond(e)

I'll be over in twenty minutes
'Cause the way we left I was offended
That I couldn't hold you close

I'm at your door in thirty minutes
As we tear out all of the pages
Of the story we could've wrote

Oh I find myself shaking
Between the four walls we're making
A home that's so temporary
And I find myself graceless
One hell of an oasis
Where every drop has gone bone dry

And I'm not a saint, and I'm not a sinner
But you just can't help how I felt last winter
When your hand brushed through
My long blond hair
We're only getting older
So I guess I'll cry on your cold shoulder

I'll lose my mind in forty minutes
As you descend the steps I'm asking
Why love could hurt so bad (so bad)

I'll call you back in about an hour
To say I'm sorry for wanting more
Than it could ever be

Oh I find myself breaking
Between the barriers we're making
A shell of someone you once knew
And I find myself hopeless
In a place but I'm shameless
'Cause I'd do it all again for you

And I'm not a saint, and I'm not a sinner
But you just can't help how I felt last winter
When your hand brushed through
My long blond hair
We're only getting older
So I guess I'll cry on your cold

Bruises fade while bones stay hollow
And voicemails are left not answered tomorrow
I'm haunted by your silence of bliss now stopped
And your flowers will bloom but they're never enough
For you to do better than you ever did with me
'Cause that pain's the only thing that redeems
How much hurt I go through if you make it true
To live out your dreams even if mine were you

I'm not a saint, and I'm not a sinner
But you just can't help how you felt last winter
When my hand brushed through
Your long blonde hair
We're only getting older
So I guess I'll cry on your cold shoulder