You’re frozen in the doorway, stalling
Ignoring every lighthouse calling
A heavy heart, a steady pacing
From a future that you’re tired of chasing.
Sweet talk to my face,
Bitter taste in the space behind my back
Your wings are just a fake,
Cotton clouds about to break and fade to black.
(Fade to black...Ah-Ha)
The boy you were is ghosting
The hollow shell is hosting
A ghost of what you wanted
By everything you flaunted.
Sweet talk to my face,
Bitter taste in the space behind my back
Your wings are just a fake,
Cotton clouds about to break and fade to black.
(Fade to black...Ah-Ha)
You’re frozen in the doorway, stalling...
Ignoring every lighthouse calling...
[You never made a choice...]
Cotton Clouds-2...
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