He shoots from the heart instead of the head His mouth and his words they rarely connect He looks to the past and where his tongue’s tread And he knows he meant the opposite
But she holds him Like an infant Though it breaks her in half to know he’ll wake like a man Sold on cold indifference When he reaches for her she’s gone She slips like the wind through blackened sails, but
Who are we to love at all?
And I hope you don’t mind If I hang all of my hopes I hang all my hopes on this time Although I’ve been warned I’ll probably get burned I’d rather get burned than to not try
I feel so uncomfortable talking about feelings in general that just posting lyrics to songs that pull at my heart strings a little too much because the idea that I might relate to it makes me feel naked. Also it’s like not cool to have feelings on the internet. Oh well.