Rewritten patchwork song. For special ears only, which means the masses will probably hate it. It's rough but I don't care. Whop!
I got so much to say but words won't fit in the space between your arms
and it's hard to act detached when your fingers are wrapped around the weight of my heart
it's all your fault if I fall apart
cause I'm wrong for you right now
you are right for me somehow
all we have is what we make and what we break
from our beds to our wedding vows...
so we dance in an alleyway and watch the ashes from our hands fly
watch the rain water down your expression watch your shadow as you say goodbye
you disappear right before my eyes
cause I'm wrong for you right now
you are right for me somehow
all we have is what we make and what we break
from our beds to our wedding vows...
I wish I may be right for you on stray eyelashes and pocket change
perhaps you're misinterpreting the end of that recurring dream
I know your haves and wants are very different shades of grey
cause when I kiss you the color shows all over your face...
cause I'm wrong for you right now
you are right for me somehow
all we have is what we make and what we break
from our beds to our wedding vows...
Pocketwatch by maid mosephine
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