Nocturne

Just stopping in to get my taste on your lips
Twin sleepy grins, propelling flames and sinking ships
I’m not the end, but tell me, how am I expected to begin again?
My thoughts come fast and I want you to miss this mind
Wait for the crash, despite my obvious design
I’m not the end, but tell me, how am I expected to begin again?
Fasten this trigger to my train of thought
Trying hard not to remember the guilt that I’ve got
I miss the sounds the most
The folds in her clothes and the spots on her nose
I miss the sounds the most
The weight of her love and the catch in my throat
If love were a shape, it would be the one that the corners of her mouth make
If I knew my place, I would understand what it’s like not to break
I’m not the end, but tell me, how am I expected to begin again?
Fasten this trigger to my train of thought
Trying hard not to remember the guilt that I’ve got
I miss the sounds the most
The folds in her clothes and the spots on her nose
I miss the sounds the most
The weight of her love and the catch in my throat
Oh, you will change and I will change
I must record us now before we fade away
Before we fade
Oh, you will change and I will change
I must record us now before we fade away
Before we fade
Before we