7 Years - Blood Red Shoes

Speak so softly afraid to use name

Tongue tied quietly just turn and walk away

A future perfect with holes torn in the sides

Consciously quick to labor on the lie

These marks left by you

Ghost who went too soon

Hold me under

Like you always do

This scratch made for you

Come together soon

Just like always

Waste away these days

The cracks in the picture never could turn a blind eye

Nothing so innocent would occupy your mind

So we'll repeat the process further and further apart

Sleep more feel less lay down in the dark

These marks left by you

Ghost who went too soon

Hold me under

Like you always do

This scratch made for you

Come together soon

Just like always

Waste away these days