Caress

My fingers caress your face
You know there’s not much I’d rather do
Still, when I look into your eyes I know nothing’s right and we’re drowning in
regret
I thought that we were worth the fight
Months pass by and you’re giving up on me
So what’s it gonna be?
So what’s it gonna be?
So what’s it gonna be?
My fingers caress your face
You know there’s not much I’d rather do
Still, when I look into your eyes I know nothing’s right and we’re drowning in
regret
This cigarette, it lacks all taste
An ash in my eye would do
It would give me an excuse for all of these tears
They’ve got nothing to do with you
Why do your eyes tell stories of lies as your lips mouth «I love you»?
My hands on your face
So what’s it gonna be?
My fingers caress your face
You know there’s not much I’d rather do
Still, when I look into your eyes I know nothing’s right and we’re drowning in
regret
«I never loved you. I never wanted this. I’m better off on my own.»
When I wrapped you in pity your feet were still cold
When I bent over backwards my legs wouldn’t hold
All the weight on my shoulders means nothing in light of the vices I live with
and spend all my nights