scars that sit on my shoulders
in the shapes of outta reach lovers
if i can still even call it that
chlorine hits my skin
just like days that didn't work out
oh what I'd do to take us back to then
i'll tell you al about my days
when time brings us back
but only if I don't lose you to it
infect me with the fear of being forgotten
i can definitely feel it these days
I've got all senses of falling
back into the past in hopes of seeing your face
pinky promises I'm terrified of losing
is tired of all these pills
cause its tired of sharing my brain
