Dry

You press my ribs closer together
With a way that hurts so much
Still there's nothing sweeter than your touch
I used to count days by cutting off my fingers
Or by writing your name on my palm
Despite all I'll only hold you with one arm
With one arm
Our conversations have become formulatic ways
We try to go on as a matter of course
Our conversations have become formulaic ways
We try to go on as a matter of course
You press my ribs closer together
With a way that hurts so much
Still there's nothing sweeter than your touch
I used to count days by cutting off my fingers
Or by writing your name on my palm
Despite all I'll only hold you with one arm
With one arm
Our conversations have become formulaic ways
We try to go on as a matter of course
Our conversations have become formulaic ways
We try to go on as a matter of course
With my back against the wall I will go underground
When I fall, then I can't be found
Bound my head to it, watch them shatter
I fall to pieces by trying, but it doesn't matter
As I try to slice my wrist right now
You don't need to assist to get me down
Cause here I am already holding hands with you shadow
Here I am already (dying)
Dry!
Dry!
Dry!
Dry!
Our conversations have become formulaic ways
We try to go on as a matter of course
Our conversations have become formulaic ways
We try to go on as a matter of course
In this room where emptiness breathes
You're so close but there's distance between
In this room where emptiness breathes
I'm alone
I'm alone