traces remain
page, morgan
are you coming up to see me
with a loaded gun to me head?
are you coming up to leave me alone
i could think of nicer ways
i could blink and you were gone
of laughter remain the same
slow it down traces remain of pain
you try to answer me with silence
violence lies in your eyes
you try to tell me what i'm feeling
you're stealing the prime of my life
i could think of nicer ways
i could blink and you were gone
of laughter remain the same
slow it down traces remain of pain
just canopies of pain inside
these enemies of love decide
from memories of pain i hide
of laughter remain the same
slow it down traces remain of pain
of laughter remain the same
slow it down traces remain of pain