2 Weaks
I'm catatonic now
I only watch as the door shuts behind
Your perfect body
How did I let it slip through my
Fingers? Don't reach out
To wrap around your wrist
And then climb
To that face that still knocks me down
Say that I was wrong and that you're right
It's a fight I don't remember, but I think I regret
"It's too late," is the last thing you said
Do I break all of the dishes or just break down?
You take 'til there's nothing left but sound
Then two weeks, and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours
Trying to mend this heart
Just to restart again
Paranoia washed
On every thread, on every sheet
On everything you don't mean
I start slowly spinning out
Ripping drawers to find a match
You'll use to burn it all down
There's that tone in your throat
There's that patience, the first thing to go
Here come petty and petulant
I stand ready for arguments
You make
Then two weeks and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours
Trying to mend this heart
Just to restart
Again, again, again, and again
My wasted hours
Looking to see, hoping to be some kind of savior in the dark
Wasted hours
Scraping my chest, giving my best to those outstretched arms
There's a limit to the lives left to play within this game
There's only so much my chest will decay
Stranded in the middle of a crack deep in the ground
I pull myself up a little, you pull me back down
My wasted hours
My wasted-
Two weeks, and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours
My wasted hours, yeah
Two weeks,, and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours, my wasted hours
I only watch as the door shuts behind
Your perfect body
How did I let it slip through my
Fingers? Don't reach out
To wrap around your wrist
And then climb
To that face that still knocks me down
Say that I was wrong and that you're right
It's a fight I don't remember, but I think I regret
"It's too late," is the last thing you said
Do I break all of the dishes or just break down?
You take 'til there's nothing left but sound
Then two weeks, and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours
Trying to mend this heart
Just to restart again
Paranoia washed
On every thread, on every sheet
On everything you don't mean
I start slowly spinning out
Ripping drawers to find a match
You'll use to burn it all down
There's that tone in your throat
There's that patience, the first thing to go
Here come petty and petulant
I stand ready for arguments
You make
Then two weeks and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours
Trying to mend this heart
Just to restart
Again, again, again, and again
My wasted hours
Looking to see, hoping to be some kind of savior in the dark
Wasted hours
Scraping my chest, giving my best to those outstretched arms
There's a limit to the lives left to play within this game
There's only so much my chest will decay
Stranded in the middle of a crack deep in the ground
I pull myself up a little, you pull me back down
My wasted hours
My wasted-
Two weeks, and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours
My wasted hours, yeah
Two weeks,, and then back again
Saying I forgive and I forget
And I'm too weak, I let you back again
And all my wasted hours, my wasted hours
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Cieri
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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