Luma — Twelve Tribes

It's hard enough to pretend That this quasi-cosmetic Relationship's immune system is automatic I've been so tragically fooled Into believing that time is healing our wounds While the remedy is looking at me looking at you

Pictures won't get me though this Phone calls only make things worse Permanent rescue from excuses better left unsaid You hide your heart behind the thought of each sentence Pictures won't get me through this Phone calls only make things worse You try to make it easier But it won't stop me

What did you say When it was already too late What did you say It's not what you think What did you say when you try to speak You suffocate

This conversation always ends in a hole An apology is ended before it's begun Your words hung by an umbilical cord At any given second this womb could explode

What did you say When it was already too late What did you say It's not what you think What did you say when you try to speak You suffocate

This is the love you say you want This is the love you still don't know This is the love you say you want This is the love that leaves your heart broken