You and I could never discern
a second hand love from a third-degree burn
you can’t lie and I never knew the truth
I may die of shame, but you’ll die of youth

all those things that we never heard
I never had the courage and you never had the words
I had a light, but I wouldn’t turn it on
you worked all night, and you’d go to bed at dawn

every day I ask you to forgive me
every day I ask for more time
every daw I ask for more space
to turn around

every day I slip it through my fingers
every day I run it in the ground
every day I pray to any god
that’s still around

you and I, constructing romance
the studio steps of the Vitus dance
you burned your bridges and you called it trust
and all my villages turned to dust

you wanted a love to be proud of
but nothing you could do, girl, could ever be enough
I played a game I never should have done
I held my breath, but I should have held my tongue

every day I ask you to forgive me
every day I ask for more time
every daw I ask for more space
to turn around

every day I slip it through my fingers
every day I run it in the ground
every day I pray to any god
that’s still around