I thought that i could fix these broken lines again. result of lives we tried, and tried so hard to forget. there's a space between what we want to say
The buttons on my phone are worn thin I don't think that I knew The chaos I was getting in But I've broken all my promises to you I've broken all my promises
be But Emily please With every line that you whispered slow I?ll leave this pain below How many years ago? And every glance that you gave to him The stories worn so thin
continue with a smigget of patients to deliver Follow these messages translated aided by a flow so similar to lettin' yourself go freely on the stand still Patients wearing thin
would be But Emily please With every line that you whispered slow I?ll leave this pain below How many years ago? And every glance that you gave to him The stories worn so thin
