On the Subject of Breathing - Bryde

Cloudless sky

Midway where the swallows occupy

I just want to shade your eyes from the low light

I just want to be your shirt always stop at waist height

Twist me like a bottle and open up

I never know when to just shut up

I just want to make you shiver on a hot day

I just want to be the goosebumps on your ribcage

Cause living rooms without you grind their teeth and scream about the silence

I cut my hair, waste my time, read out loud and argue with the sunset

Cause I don’t want to be your moon

Sorbet days

Fizzing on my tongue the flavour stays

Long after you’re gone, my head is thick with a new haze

Somewhere maybe you can hide out on the bad days

Cause living rooms without you grind their teeth and scream about the silence

I cut my hair, waste my time, read out loud and argue with the sunset

Cause I don’t want to be your moon

Don’t want to be your moon

I don’t want to be your moon

Staring face to face

Until someone looks away

We are stranger to ourselves

Than to anybody else

And I’ll leave it in your hands

Like it’s something you could stand

Like you’re someone who’ll fight for me

Like I’m fighting for myself