devota

I don’t know where to start first
If it’s the sadness of losing you or the mistake of loving you
And I don’t regret it

I don’t know if I want you to leave
Or if you hear me wondering
If there’s any time in the world when you don’t let me down

The tenderness
Of someone else’s skin
Doesn’t deserve to pretend it doesn’t resonate

This burden
That I don’t know how to carry now
At some point went from feather to lead

Devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts
It seems I was devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts

It wasn’t what it seemed
Now that I’m learning from the past
The landscape is so clear
Yeah, I would leave

And the owner of the body I inhabit
I was taught some time ago
It’s my hands, not yours
That I need

The tenderness
Of someone else’s skin
Doesn’t deserve to pretend it doesn’t resonate

This burden
That I don’t know how to carry now
At some point went from feather to lead

Devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts
It seems I was devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts

I tell it all
In case it turns to mud
What I thought was gold
What I thought was gold

I tell it all
In case it turns to mud
What I thought was gold
What I thought was gold

It seems I was devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts
It seems I was devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts
It seems I was devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts
It seems I was devoted to the pain that springs from the love that drains from your thoughts