Pitch black, pale blue
There was a stained glass, variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed
You let me set sail, with cheap wood
So I patched up every leak that I could
Till the blame grew too heavy
Stage by stage, I tear apart
If brokenness is a form of art I must be a poster child prodigy
Thread by thread I come apart
If brokenness is a work of art surely this must be my masterpiece
I’m only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks when I open my mouth
I wanna tell you but I don’t know how
I’m only honest when it rains
An open book, with a torn out page and my inks run out
I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I don’t know how
No I don’t know how
I don’t know how
I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I don’t know how
I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I wanna love you
Pitch black, pale blue
These wild oceans shake whats left of me loose
Just to hear me cry mercy
The strong wind at my back
So I’ll lift up the only sail that I have
This tired white thread
I’m only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks when I open my mouth
I wanna tell you but I don’t know how
I’m only honest when it rains
An open book, with a torn out page and my inks run out
I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I’m only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks when I open my mouth
I wanna tell you but I don’t know how
I’m only honest when it rains
An open book, with a torn out page and my inks run out
I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I don’t know how, I don’t know how
I don’t know how, I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I don’t know how, I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I wanna love you but I don’t know how
I wanna love you
…and then I found out someone had set the lyrics to a Sleeping at Last song to THIS devastating post