air strike
you fill me full of holes
i try to take control;
crashing airplane.
and as we pick up speed,
the trust you had in me
feels like a newborn day
if you can believe
I never really meant to hurt you
then honey run to me
before our time runs aground
and it’s too late.
you used to give me hope
shining shiny hope
but now it’s razor blades
and what you fail to speak
will never solve your questions,
and keeps you apart from me.
if you can believe
i never really meant to hurt you
then honey run to me
before our times run out
and it’s too late.
