Out of Time

Pain dressing up your eyes with a shameless shade of blue

My head dancing with your tears as you overshare your truth

Here you are again

Knocking at my door to forget at 3 am

I know by the taste of your lips

They're saying you're as wounded as I am

'Cause

Future is fucked up

Present is vain

And past is sinking in my brain

Don't say you're fine

Let's get out of time

Two wandering stars drifting to a place that's so hollow

We don't care how far

When your skin collides with my sorrow

Here you are again

Knocking at my door to forget at 3 am

I know by the taste of your lips

They're saying you're as wounded as I am

'Cause

Future is fucked up

Present is vain

And past is sinking in my brain

Don't say you're fine

Let's get out of time