Oh, my blood
Is thick with regret
The sounds of this house, beating
Through my chest and when the
Storms, arrive
The flood beneath will rise you'll look into
My eyes and sing
Nothing left in my lungs for you
Oh, my thoughs
They seem to reflect
Like mirrors
In my head
I see my silhouette
and when the storm arrive
the flood beneath will rise
You'll look into
My eyes
And sing
I was never enough for you
Paint silhouettes with my fingertips
Trace out my regrets like they don't exist