Silhouettes

Oh, my blood

Is thick with regret

The sounds of this house, beating

Through my chest and when the

Storms, arrive

The flood beneath will rise you'll look into

My eyes and sing

Nothing left in my lungs for you

Oh, my thoughs

They seem to reflect

Like mirrors

In my head

I see my silhouette

And when the storms arrive

The flood beneath will rise

You'll look into

My eyes

And sing

I was never enough for you

Paint silhouettes with my fingertips

Trace out my regrets like they don't exist