Blur

.

I've been waiting for the words to clear my throat,

And I've been waiting for my fingertips to fret forgotten notes.

There is so much here that I don't know,

And they've been staring at the clouds above my head praying for snow

.

So what if everything

That you ever loved

More than anything

Was killing you this slow?

You'd let it go.

.

I've been waiting for the words to set me straight,

Like every empty line's a curse that I can't break.

They say these spider webs around my head can all be brushed away,

But I'm confidently sure that that's not the case.

.

So what if everything

That you ever loved

More than anything

Was killing you this slow?

.

Yeah, what if everything

That you ever loved

More than anything

Was killing you this slow?

You'd let it go.

.

You'd let it go.

.

So what if everything

That you ever loved

More than anything

Was killing you this slow?

.

So what if everything

That you ever loved

More than anything

Was killing you this slow?

You'd let it go.