Water Lungs.

I call her Saint Christopher,
And she kisses me good night.
Her face is fucking beautiful,
Her skin's ugly bright.

She drowns me in short lies.
Tastes of stale cigarettes.
And I drown my sorrows.
In the wake of her debts.

And she's long gone now,
She'll be forgetting someone again,
With our lungs pressed together,
Drink the ink from her pen.

Was a couple inches taller.
Was a couple years more.
Still the light of my dreams now.
Still no lock on the door.

Does she tell you she loves you?
'Cause she told me that true.
I'm sure that she means it,
I'm sure that she means it, i guess she's just..

She's moved on now,
Be forgetting someone again.
I feel our lungs, the press together and I drown,
In the inks from her pen.

And she, sings, like an angel she sings just like she's been wronged.
But she's been the root of my loose brain for oh so long,

Don't drink your pain for her.
I'm learnin' the hard, way.
I've heard about hopless romantics,
She's something else, something else.

She's moved on now,
Be forgetting someone again.
I feel our lungs, the press together and I drown,
In the inks from her pen.

The inks, i drink, the inks the inks from her pen.

And she drowns me.