Texty: Sonny. A Temporary Remedy. Open For Suggestions.

And i hope my voice reaches you tonight
as the moon fades into the water
and as the waves drape across your knees
i hope that your thinking of (or at least trying to)

How warm it could be if i were there

So when you hear the screaming from the hills above,
just realize i am not that far away (maybe i am too close)
and i've got my eyes locked on you heart
and i'll capture you anyway i can

Now i hear the steps above us
and i'm glad your mouth's stuffed with cotton
it's way to stop the bleeding, (1 of 3 ways)
but it only makes the pain last longer

But "hey i'll make you love me,
or i'll die trying".
im trying anyway i can