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