it needed replacing

(just a little more pressure)

it needed replacing

(it was broken before we started)

Been tracing the outline,

of where you should be.

in the hollows of my chest,

in the salt of the sea.

But the shape of your ghost doesn't match the design

of the space I've been keeping, the boarder, the line

You're a different language,

A different kind of cold.

You're a story that refuses,

to be bought or be sold.

And I'm holding my breath, trying to make the air stay.

While the version of "us" starts to wither...

away.

And the tension is a wire

And the silence is a fire

And I’m tired of waiting for the stars to align...

So pull me closer, pull me tight

Until the wrongness feels exactly right

If we don’t fit, then force the bend

Drive the narrative straight to the end

And if we break, if we shatter in the grey

We needed replacing anyway.

(Anyway... anyway...)

Why be patient with love,

that won't slide into place?

I'd rather feel the friction

than the void of your face.

So I'll squeeze the breath out, and I'll tighten the grip.

I'll hold on so hard, that I feel the skin start to slip.

It's a violent kind of grace,

A desperate kind of art.

To carve out a home,

In an oh so stubborn heart.

If the seams are screaming, let them cry out to the sky.

It's better to crash than to wonder...

why?

And the tension is a wire

And the silence is a fire

And I’m dancing on the edge of a beautiful lie...

So pull me closer, pull me tight

Until the wrongness feels exactly right

If we don’t fit, then force the bend

Drive the narrative straight to the end

And if we break, if we shatter in the grey

We needed replacing anyway.

(anyway... any any anyway)

Let it crack...

Let the pieces fall where they may

Let it crack...

We were ghosts in the light of the day

Tear the fabric!

Burn the map!

Close the distance, bridge the gap!

If it doesn't fit...

It needs replacing anyways.

And the tension is a wire

And the silence is a fire

And I’m dancing on the edge of a beautiful lie...

So pull me closer, pull me tight

Until the wrongness feels exactly right

If we don’t fit, then force the bend

Drive the narrative straight to the end

And if we break, if we shatter in the grey

We needed replacing anyway.

(anyway... any any anyway)

Give in! Just a little more pressure!

(We'll replace it anyways)

Give up! Just a little more pleasure!

(And replace it anyways)

Make it fit! Just a little more pressure!

('till we replace it anyways)