bryde - on the subject of breathing lyrics
cloudless sky
midway where the swallows occupy
i just want to shade your eyes from the low light
i just want to be your shirt always stop at waist height
twist me like a bottle and open up
i never know when to just shut up
i just want to make you shiver on a hot day
i just want to be the gooseb-mps on your ribcage
cause living rooms without you grind their teeth and scream about the silence
i cut my hair, waste my time, read out loud and argue with the sunset
cause i don’t want to be your moon
sorbet days
fizzing on my tongue the flavour stays
long after you’re gone, my head is thick with a new haze
somewhere maybe you can hide out on the bad days
cause living rooms without you grind their teeth and scream about the silence
i cut my hair, waste my time, read out loud and argue with the sunset
cause i don’t want to be your moon
don’t want to be your moon
i don’t want to be your moon
staring face to face
until someone looks away
we are stranger to ourselves
than to anybody else
and i’ll leave it in your hands
like it’s something you could stand
like you’re someone who’ll fight for me
like i’m fighting for myself
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