Dead End - The Format

Hold on, there’s a hole in my heart

everyone can see right through me it goes all the way to the waves

where my love she tried to wash it away

see we break for the summers

so she can find lovers

she treats them like a bottle of wine

they make you dinner

and they sing you to sleep

but by the morning find the bottle is empty

'cause she never gives it the time

every bottle she finds

they don’t compare

to the ones she left behind

there is never a note

so she waits for me to come back home

I’m looking for a dead end song

you wish that smoke

could change its color

I love it when you talk so much

and act like nothing went wrong

I’m looking for a dead end song

while we sit and find flaws in everyone

I want to keep you by my side

holding off tidal waves

«mint car"is keeping us warm

she lays crossed upon the bed

we are puzzles making shapes

with our hands

I take my finger, turn into a pen

then i run my hand down your spine

you guess i wrote something profound

something like:

«our love will last 'til we die»

I say «you're good at this game»

but what I really wrote is

«how I’ve yet to be saved»