we are midnight star-gazers
dressed in the clothes
of those less broken
our bodies wet with heavy rain
that breathes our names
in the silenced darkness
can we paint all these pictures
and smooth the canvas over our eyes and mouths
it's just a memory
it's just a memory
and I breathe it breathe it
breathe the canvas
to stretch it out
taught, over my face
until I just can't
breathe it breathe it
breathe the canvas anymore
breathe it breathe it
breathe the canvas anymore
you've always been the blinking red light
fading slowly in my rearview mirror
my option for reverse is gone
and all I've got is drive...
where the fuck are you?
my lonely headlights lead me on
my lonely headlights lead me on
and I just can't breathe it breathe it
breathe the canvas anymore.