Few views
Like the textures fading, running away from you
Like Clarity from the bed side in my room
And I want you
Or your likeness from a view
No longer subject to

Days that drag like grinding breaks
A desert void of tricks to play
Lusting over all the things I'd change

Desperately entangled in
Mirage of what this could've been
A testament to all this weight I shed

This weight
I shed
This weight
I shed

Few views
Like the window garden spеctating your room like patron saints sent to start a new
With a solvеnt for our truths
Best wishes through and through
Ignore the signs directing eyes to
Words like a gun that we keep in the hold
Promises meant to confuse and to stall
Buy some time so I can let this go

Words like a gun that we keep in the hold
Promises meant to confuse and to stall
Please buy some time so I can let you go


Days that drag like grinding breaks
A Desert void of tricks to play
Lusting over all the things I'd change

Desperately entangled in
Mirage of what this could've been
A testament to all this weight I shed

This weight I shed
This weight I shed
No more