Ribcage

Like a liar in the smoke
You hide behind different colors
While you're underneath the covers
Sand will start to choke

I wanna be the flowers
In your ribcage in the grave
We can stare in admiration
At the fucking mess we've made

We knew it from the start
It always ends in pieces
Of glass faces in the cracks
Of the sidewalk

I won't feel you leaving
Cause I can't feel you here
You're likе a ghost, stuck in the doorway
Clouding all your fears

It's crystal clear to mе
It's crystal clear to me
It's crystal clear to me
It's crystal clear to me

I wanna be the flowers
In your ribcage in the grave
We can stare in admiration
At the fucking mess we've made

I wanna be the answer
The meaning in your words
The one that makes your heart break
When you stop loving me first



Credits
Writer(s): Cooper Smith, Ethne Creighton, Lily Pate, Milana Nigro, Stella Hurtado
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