Lyrics
Even the prettiest of people have the ugliest of moments
Spent on the stairs alone
Bury me in the deepest lake and strap cinder to my feet
I'll overturn the tides as you just bury me
So once I sink low enough
All fibres start to part
Let your false words retract themselves
And the canvas fix the art
Hold your breath for steady aim
To use me as a barricade
Courtier the child's games
Eyes are glazed and filled with shame
I think that I moved on too soon
Just left here with my thoughts gripped on losing you
Dying here with open palms
Final thoughts dead in her arms
I think that I moved on too soon
Cover up and help me quit
The bruise that doesn't show
Scratched beneath the surface
So much you made a home
This bruise won't show
Caught in a steady aim
To use me like a barricade
Shoot
I think that I moved on too soon
Just left here with my thoughts
Warning shots on you
Dying here with open palm's
Final thoughts dead in her arms
I think that I moved on too soon
On too soon