Our Design

Memories from distant tragedies I can't cope yearning for any kind of distraction Pictures of us are beginning to rust Leaving me behind with nothing but A bouquet of forget-me-nots On a bed of nails with the hand of doubt Product of elimination At your disposal We'll go down in history As what once was but never will be This feeling we had turned heads Like an arrow to a target Taken out from my grasp From my grasp Escape me from this endless hell With fingers crossed so tight The bones begin to break Reunited at costs that we are just too scared to face It was supine and meant Can you fix my fractured breath Placed in tortured thoughts All twisted acts to save you Nothing more and nothing less I'm grasping at clues Finger nails to down to bone Walls decrepit and torn Is this what it means To have something To have someone never worth changing Just to be left here with nothing Crescent markings On your palms Keep your fingers crossed Till they Burst This is Our design Our design Crescent markings On your palms Keep your fingers crossed Till they Burst This is Our design Our design You're barely breathing You're barely breathing You're barely breathing Are you breathing Make a clean slate for yourself For there's a thousand different ways To help mend this break At your disposal