| ...holdin... my hands are older past down the generations my mother replaced my face of doubt with my father's uncommon smile and my grandpa took his dying heart and he left it in the will now i've taken up the spaces between the aforementioned tears and they dote on me their longings and they doubt on me their years i've grown up ophelia taking flowers from their past and this is the "time" you told me this is the "time" that went to fast "our time is growing thin" you said, like those cords that you loved the damage was done and we're controlling a mess in its wake a stupid mistake for friends not umcommon to mistake and i'm so in love with loving you and that's the choice i'll fucking make we used to be so brave but the bravery went away |