Letras
Everything is said
Every word's been spoken
My mouth is dry
And my tongue is swollen
My head's so empty
It sometimes scares me
Am i still there?
I think back to the last year
And i silently hope
To grip one happy thought
Hold my hand, but it's a ghosts one
The real me is wandering through the streets
Too many destinations in mind
Dark-winged fungus gnats
They crawl into my ears and nose
I almost forgot your voice and any of the words that you spoke
Hold my hand, but it's a ghosts one
The real me is wandering through the streets
Too many destinations in mind