I'm finding the words.
Piecing them together.
They're making up sentences letter by letter.
I've been thinking way too much these days.
The couple of chords and a melody.
I'll sing you the words.
I'll sing you the words and they'll say we're not okay.
I'll sing you the words and they'll say You are the blood inside of my veins.
I wish I could cut my arms open and let you spill out of my body.
I'd let you spill out of my body.