Braided

Like a question with no answer

You're the silence that comes after

We couldn't make it to November

And it's never going to feel like that's right

I can see the constellation

Of the mess that we were making

And the panic when it's caving

It's the parkade, it's the song on repeat

And it's crushing all my thoughts

How a feeling could get lost

When the current got so deep

You were braided into me

I keep pulling on this thread

Just to see that nothing's left

You were colors I've never seen

You were goosebumps in my sleeve

Goosebumps in my sleeve

I could leave you in this city

You could leave me with the mystery

Could you promise it existed

Even if it's tangled, untied, drifting?

And it's crushing all my thoughts

How a feeling could get lost

When the current got so deep

You were braided into me

I keep pulling on this thread

Just to see that nothing's left

You were colors I've never seen

You were goosebumps in my sleeve

Goosebumps in my sleeve

Goosebumps in my-

Goosebumps in my sleeve

Goosebumps in my-