I felt my hands shake when you drove off
Cotton smoke blowing from the exhaust
Breathing out a question:
"were last nights actions what was right?"
With new daylight last night's moon still in sight
And we're all struggling to not give in to the very lies we get stuck
Like, "we won't grow old" or "never wane energy"
Or "you can't find love in things if you've yet to see"
More and more i feel sore
From waking from a dream.
Where i realize i'm actually still lonely
So i fall back to the weak stance, thinking that i still need you here.
Fading, fading
A particle that's barely there
I've become the weight of air
I move with each word you exhale
I've become the weight of air
I move with each word you exhale