Tekster: Tired Pony. The Place We Ran From. The Deepest Ocean.

I've been terrified since you walked out the door
These are not the lies I told you once before
This is not the end it's still an outside thing
I'm not taking off my wedding ring just yet

In it's years since I took stock of it
Seems that it's become to much
This is everything I ever wrote
Collapsed into the core

I've been terrified for far to fucking long
What is that thing I lack that makes you so damn strong
Your letter in my hands is rolled into a ball
With drunken comedy it's thrown hard at the wall

In it's years since I took stock of it
Seems it's become too much
This is everything I ever wrote
Collapsed into the core

The stitches are unravelling
And the seems have all but burst
Maybe all my years of travelling
Have quenched what I've thirsted

These years have flown by
These hands have shaken
I have no notion
What happens next

There's a kind of feelings
And I think of it
Then the panic quickens
There is no sorrow