Air Guitar - Sobs
Composed by：Sobs
No remnants this bliss is temporary
Turn our love into some sick trilogy
Thought it was done and over
I was searching for peace
But you swept through like nature
Changed the trajectory
Maybe it's time we recognise the flowers we are not
That we pretend to be
Mistake ourselves to be
Tracing the outlines of my sunken eyes
So burnt out from the light
Like the sweetness of my cherry pie
I can't stop but I'll try
Rewind the tape and show me all your scars
I liked you better being silly with your air guitar
Crying on my shoulder
This time I'll let you in
You crawled under the table
And plead the fifth again
Maybe it's time we recognise the flowers we are not
That we pretend to be
Mistake ourselves to be
Tracing the outlines of my sunken eyes
So burnt out from the light
Like the sweetness of my cherry pie
I can't stop but I'll try
Your lips don't taste the same you're no longer mine
You're not worthy of a fight
Like the sweetness of my cherry pie
I can't stop but I'll try
Some type of dream
You interrupt my sleep
Torn at the seams
But I can't seem to let you go
Tracing the outlines of my sunken eyes
So burnt out from the light
Like the sweetness of my cherry pie
I can't stop but I'll try
