Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights | |
As cold as those first nights alone | |
As the second best he'll become | |
Sleep deep, girl, dream well | |
That night, | |
I think he cried himself to sleep | |
Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know | |
And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory | |
I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you | |
Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do | |
Just sleep, girl, just dream well |