Continents

In dying light, she’s fragile and weeping

And she was sleeping on foreign sheets again

Spill your heart but not your head

With your bruises mapped on skin like continents

Just don’t wake up

I’m staring at you through thick glass, it won’t last

You feel like a poltergeist

As pale as the snow on the ground, with skin like ice

So I won’t try and understand all the pain that you’re put through

When the scars on your wrists tell more truth than your lips, they

They ever could

She’ll never know her worth and I make it worse

And he’s leaving all the time

I’ll take your hands

Behind the eyes of a different man

Then I’ll take your devil’s plans

I’ll take your hands

Behind the eyes of a different man

And I’ll take your devil’s plans

In dying light

She’s not alright