The Dear Hunter
Too Late - Violet
Pages burn on porcelain plate, the smoke fills the air
As if all along it was our fate, our fate that brought you and I near
Green shag carpets damp from last night beer
You signed your glass with a kiss, the scent of lipstick everywhere
Now it rest on a water stained chair and the last remaining pieces of you...
Dirty on the ground and nothing left to be found
Between us, struggling to relive those moments lost
You lost a bet when you met me dear, but I thought I won the lottery
The smell of smoke still in the air, last night proved how wrong I'd be
But the last remaining pieces of you...
Dirty on the ground and nothing left to be found
Between us, struggling to relive those moments...
Lost and dead on the ground with nothing left to be found
Breathing in one last breath as I inhale the scent of you
Stale cigarettes and red wine residue
A haunting suggestion of you on the tip of my tongues, oooh
Dirty on the ground and nothing left to be found
Between us struggling to relive those moments...
Lost and dead on the ground with nothing left to be found
Breathing in one last breath as I inhale the scent of you