Trace the Lines (Instrumental)

Trace the Lines (Instrumental) - A Lot Like Birds

Knocking on doors and swallow every key

Knocking on doors and swallow every key carelessly

What a terrible time we had do you want it back

What a terrible time we had do you want it back timelessly

We lived in the smallest world and all of it darkened as we slept

Knew our paces dictated the turn of the moon and the earth

And yet we still battled began to doubt ourselves

I saw a softness in you as you were

So that's where my claws went

I used to drink off of you

Take sips of perspective from things you said

And when we disagreed it would burn

But I still loved to taste it

Then something battered

Something within ourselves

Just as most of the things I deserved

I learned how to waste it

I made you sick where I had meant to make you mine

I found loneliness in a room that you were in

I know it tore you up it wasn't by design

Do you care that it's over

Do you ever trace the lines

Was it shared

Are you sober just to show we're not alike

Walking home is harder

The pace gets hard to keep when you're in all the windows

Outlining every street

Do you disappear if I break them or show up in every piece

We don't ever speak but I'm holding on

I'm holding on I'm holding on

Which version of you is the right one

The one from our memories

The one locking doors that I knock on and swallowing every key

I don't want to sleep but it's coming on it's coming on

It's coming on

I don't want to sleep but it's coming on it's coming on

Do you care that it's over

Do you ever trace the lines

Was it shared

Are you sober just to show we're not alike

I said I loved you as a way to change the subject

Fingers breaking as they crossed

You said you loved me so you wouldn't have to prove it

With both eyes towards the door