We are becoming foreign languages to one another
and the joy you get from kissing me is fading.
So when your lips make out shapes
that say it’s not working
I watch the life we would have had
lose itself like sand in an egg timer.
We are becoming foreign languages to one another
and the joy you get from kissing me is fading.
So when your lips make out shapes
that say it’s not working
I watch the life we would have had
lose itself like sand in an egg timer.