I know just how your lips will taste, and I've memorized the patterns in your eyes.
I hold my breath again, but I can still remember the smell of the perfume you wore that night.
A choking grip on the courage you let me borrow [because you had more than enough to spare]
A smothered gasp of air breaks the silence we've wrapped ourselves in.
These words just keep tumbling through my thoughts...
Different patterns and shapes, but the same designer.
The bitch of it is, as far as I know it's not about anyone.
I hold my breath again, but I can still remember the smell of the perfume you wore that night.
A choking grip on the courage you let me borrow [because you had more than enough to spare]
A smothered gasp of air breaks the silence we've wrapped ourselves in.
These words just keep tumbling through my thoughts...
Different patterns and shapes, but the same designer.
The bitch of it is, as far as I know it's not about anyone.