Your coffee cup leaves rings on my letters
Fingerprints fogging up December
We stitch apologies with trembling hands
But the needle keeps slipping through the sand
Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains
A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes"
This love's a needle through my veins
Pulling threads that never made us safety
The clock eats hours like sacrament
Your shadow dances with my discontent
We build cathedrals from burning wood
Call the ashes "understanding" when we could
Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains
A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes"
This love's a needle through my veins
Pulling threads that never made us safety
I finally read the map in your silence
Every fold a continent of violence
We've been knotting what should breathe
Our masterpiece of make-believe
Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains
A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes"
This love's a needle through my veins
Pulling threads that never made us safety
Morning finds us threadbare
Two ghosts weaving air

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