Our Design

Memories from distant tragedies
I can't cope yearning for any kind of distraction

Pictures of us are beginning to rust
Leaving me behind with nothing but
A bouquet of forget-me-nots
On a bed of nails with the hand of doubt

Product of elimination
At your disposal
We'll go down in history
As what once was but never will be

This feeling we had turned heads
Like an arrow to a target
Taken out from my grasp
From my grasp
Escape me from this endless hell

With fingers crossed so tight
The bones begin to break
Reunited at costs that we are just too scared to face
It was supine and meant
Can you fix my fractured breath
Placed in tortured thoughts
All twisted acts to save you
Nothing more and nothing less
I'm grasping at clues
Finger nails to down to bone
Walls decrepit and torn
Is this what it means
To have something
To have someone never worth changing
Just to be left here with nothing

Crescent markings
On your palms
Keep your fingers crossed
Till they Burst
This is Our design
Our design
Crescent markings
On your palms
Keep your fingers crossed
Till they Burst
This is Our design
Our design

You're barely breathing
You're barely breathing
You're barely breathing
Are you breathing

Make a clean slate for yourself
For there's a thousand different ways
To help mend this break

At your disposal