Thursday

this is what you see when you look in my direction and (contest in courses. draw this tide like ours.)
this is how it feels calling out what no one even hears.
signals always sent over the air...
over the air...
over the air...
over the air.
when you say my name i want to split it from your lips hot like whispers in the rain.
when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
is this how it feels when you don't even fit into your own skin and its getting tighter
everyday and im getting smaller. if i keep holding my breath i'm going to dissapear.
when you say my name i want to split it from your lips hot like whispers in the rain
when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.