songs

A slow, slow heartbeat turning into second thoughts
The only thing keeping me on line, a slow, slow, slow heartbeat

I kept my hand on your chest
Was it all that I could do?
No, no of course not

I felt a slow, slow heartbeat, again, turning into throwing knives
A sad, sad clown pinned against a dartboard with no prize
PDA from a girl who doesn't care

She ignored all of the signs to be with you
He hoped he could find the magic for you
She burnt every bridge to be with you
He found nothing of use to you

You can't see it through your four walls
I couldn't find it nostalgic enough
A fittingly benign end to a hopeless love