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• Artiste: Districts (The)
• Titre: 6 Am
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It's 6AM, I'm shivering beneath the bed sheets The pillowcase fell off last night when I held it in my arms. I read Short stories, while you twitched in your sleep beside me, your Breath it fell so heavy, as I sat there in the dark And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone When I turned off the light, scribbling onto sticky notes I am scared and that's the best that I can say I work a job to pay the debt I owe my family, to pay back for That one time I pushed your chin. All this hope I hold just buries Its evil in me out of sight, but it slips through a whole In my side, I've seen another of me and you So we'll climb in that Buick down 222, and I'll Close my eyes, the sun goes down each time I see the light I swear it's true. Because I've loved down with this crown watching Old dogs age without whimpering, and I find it hard to say that I am strong But I'll be sure with each passing breath to read you Stories that are glimmering with the light that reflected Off these marigolds that caught my neck when I hit The ground And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone When I turned off the light, scribbling onto sticky notes I am scared and that's the best that I can say All we are is all we are and still I will become, all I am and all I thought I can't recall because (X6) And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone When I turned off the light, scribbling onto sticky notes I am scared and that's the best that I can say I'm still tugging on your hand, like when I was innocent We used to only lie when we needed sleep