And I find myself doubting we ever shared the secrets I thought we did.
My heart burned and overflowed, and I’m still not sure if you minded it.
I want to crush your pain into a pill, and swallow it so you don’t have to.
I want to pour your hurt into a glass and drink it down before you do,
But I can’t reach you through the phone.
You asked me how you can respond when someone says the perfect thing.
So I split open to let you in, well aware of the damage it could bring.
I want to crush your pain into a pill, and swallow it so you don’t have to.
I want to pour your hurt into a glass and drink it down before you do,
But I can’t reach you through the phone.
In the fall, you moved away.
I tried to grow my arms long enough.
But when bodies broke down,
Trouble was more than love could overcome.
I want to crush your pain into a pill, and swallow it so you don’t have to.
I want to pour your hurt into a glass and drink it down before you do,
But I can’t reach you through the phone.