Spitting Games (Demo)

I broke into your house last night
And left a note at your bedside
I'm far too shy to speak to you at school
You leave me numb, and I'm not sure why

I find it easier to sit and stare
Than push my limbs out towards you right there
My heart is bursting in your tiny eyes
As blue as oceans and as pure as skies

I struggle for the words and then give up
My head's up with the birds on the t-hut
A little piece of grace that I know better
Than the tight disgrace of all my letters

You broke my heart, and I will never know
How could you taste it in my quiet mouth?
I turned your stomach, but I never tried
To hurt you, darling, please just let me try

I struggle for the words and then give up
My head's up with the birds on the t-hut
A little piece of grace that I know better
Than the tight disgrace of all my letters



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Lightbody, Jonathan Graham Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Mark Pete Mcclelland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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