The Subject Of My Subtle Sorrow (lyrics)

I trace the memories with my fingers in the clouds

The faces of your heart, my heart fade to the ground

With your brown crystal bulbs, staring holes in the pavement

You can save it, your tongue-tied nots knitting my noose and

These leftover feelings left inside, burned to a core, a corpse

Where I hoard these past thoughts, that rot to the floor

A valentine, that could never be mine

A somber song, sober at the core, drunk in it's words

Blue turns to gray, and gray turns to black

These flowers I gave you, you will never give back

Shut off your TV, I can still hear the static

In the racket of our heart beats, you're so melodramatic

You flood to your past, the comfort of the arc

Of a crooked smile, that can break two hearts

There's no comfort in color when it's cold in the 50's

but these autumn leaves have never looked so pretty

In this city of scars and broken hearts so hurt, you

you can't say break up without the breakdown first

Blue turns to gray, and gray turns to black

These flowers I gave you, you will never give back

No matter how poetic, my tongue still stutters

When I say you and I, I know we could never be lovers

To hell, to hell with what you think

You sell your soul for all those cliques

And click they don't, you're on the brink

of a breakdown, so let's break it down

One more sunrise that our eyes can never offer

Two more hearts, buried in the slaughter

Three more tears drowning memories in the water

Four more weeks, and I still want her

So to hell, to hell with what you think

You sell your soul, to dreams in faded ink

The love you waive, you wave goodbye

So here's to all that could have been, has now died

Blue turns to gray, and gray turns to black

These flowers I gave you, you will never give back

No matter how poetic, my tongue still stutters

When I say you and I, I know we could never be lovers