Everyday is so wonderful then suddenly it's hard to breathe...
Your fingers running down my back
Those photographs your boyfriend keeps
Holding my heart close and holding flowers in my hand
Every petal fell with your warm touch
And shriveled up and burned away into ashes
Like everyone else, they die for you
Praying until the end of their existence that the diamonds in your skull
May fall and gaze upon their listless bodies and broken hearts
I am not the first to feel your warmth across my skin
Not the last either
The broken hearted are warmed by your glow
You melt their hearts colder than ice
Taking in your strays, she holds him close above the rest
He's the one you care for most
He holds the torn, frayed pages of your soul
When he's alone and unaware of unfaithfulness
In his room, your infidelity is hidden, to mask what you've been given.
He knows everything but yet so little
He's blind
But he's proud he holds her photographs,
Her fingers running down my back
I'm not the first to feel her warmth against my skin
But I can never be the last.