Songs I Write | VII

Chasing Words

Your heart armours itself pretty good
Is there a part of this you really understood?
Cause I'll be honest, I don't get it, babe
But if it's what you wanted, I could try at space

I'm a hopeless romantic, honey
There's nothing left for me
I could spend the rest of these years
Chasing words I'll never hear

I liked it when you wore your suit
Here I'm sat, packing it beside you
Expected it would be my something blue
Not like this

I could be good at loving, I know, I'm so full of it
I should be good at loving maybe I'm just full of it

I'm a hopeless romantic, honey
There's nothing left for me
I could spend the rest of these years
Chasing words I'll never hear

I'll never get there
You'll never be here
You make me so scared
And the only thing to make the absence of fear

There's nothing left
No fate worse
I could spend the rest of these years
Chasing words