hands on a haunted clock
they never tell you how a heart breaks,
the way the blood starts dripping down.
because if I’d have known the pain,
i would never had stayed around.
I see the parts of you too often,
in someone’s smile or the way they talk,
and my thoughts come back to you,
like hands on a midnight clock.
you see, I think I hear your voice,
behind every corner that I turn,
so you can imagine the shattering pieces,
when it’s your laugh i beg to unlearn.
they never tell you how a heart breaks,
the way my heart starts beating blue
suffocated by my swollen fingers,
which held on so tight to you.
I ran to distant corners,
to forget our fantazised dreams,
but now I see them in hollow mirrors,
and hear your whispers as ehoing screams.
it brought me to my knees,
when I passed a stranger along the way,
who smelled of your faint whiskey,
putting our favorite songs on replay.
they never tell you how a heart breaks,
or how its dies alone,
forgotten by past heartaches,
with no one to call it’s own.
So i guess that was a lie,
because if I got to chose once more,
I’d choose you a hundred times,
to fix the heart you tore.
But here I am now,
in this strange and unknown land,
and I wish on the stars for you,
for one last adventure to go unplanned.
so I hope you think of me,
and see me in everything you do
I think we’re stuck in a twisted mirror
because everywhere I look, there’s you.