歌手:Rivilin
专辑:《Birch》

Living with the memory in the glass
Everything is so white in the past
Cant see, everything I try to be
Just ends up failing in front of me

Brown hair, brown eyes
You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
So I’m living with the floorboards
Buried with our childhood lies

Out by the back were our dog used to sing
Place me next to him
Well never speak of this again.

I found lust in petty smiles
I got lost in you for awhile
The ghost by the chair
Looking at us still pulling out my hair
I was the residence of your bed
The emotions you never fed
Even at this point in life
My psychiatrist says I was better off dead

So little birch, come grow on my spine
Be the one who says you’ll always be mine
But the fire inside, never burns that bright
Dim with the shadows, a soul not in sight

Being a wall flower is far from new to me
Its blasphemy thinking this is what love could be
Suicidal thoughts creeping up the back my neck
Hanging the noose with good intentions and a welfare check

Maybe I’ve just been wishing too much
Maybe I’ve just been wishing

Living with the memory in the glass
Everything is so white in the past
Cant see, everything I try to be
Just ends up failing in front of me

Brown hair, brown eyes
You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
So I’m living with the floorboards
Buried with our childhood lies

Ill park in the drive way
Where this rain never seems to end
Flooded gutters, flooded eyes
Stories of a time when we can mend
But seriously since when did anxiety become too much to swallow
My back burner is burning a hole
Straight through my bones leaving me hollow

I guess I’m just calling
Just to say I’ve been thinking a lot lately
With dreams of dying
I was stupid to think that you would change me
I became used to breathing nicotine
Every time our lips seem to touch
I guess this is a stretch
But black lungs never really meant much.

I never did really mean that much did I
I never really meant that much to you.