i tried to group the words together
from what i thought you'd like to hear
about fond farewells and sad sing alongs
about how many places we should have gone
how many chances we should have taken
this is not taking me to the better times
so many girls with pale white faces
so many scars with pink new spaces
i am so good at contemplating
too many knives, not enough embraces
but what comes naturally to you
like holding grudges and cleaning surfaces
seems impossible to me
but what comes naturally to me,
keeping secrets and leaving my just in cases
seems impossible to you...
