Back on our first page I used to write your name On the back of my hand And feel the ink would bleed Through the cracks of my skin And turn my blood black It never gets easy Looking back at things I should've said Instead I keep rotting all my words away Why does it feel foreign? To read bitter words on paper Like the touch of flesh to burn to ink Make the words feel real and I swear there's something special Knowing this won't last forever It only takes one match to burn away our history No one will ever know I can't remember All the little talks that we used to have If we left no trace of the words that we speak Would it be so bad? Life is so easy When you choose to spend that day of despair (?) We used to be happy Being on our own Why does it feel foreign? To read bitter words on paper Like the touch of flesh to burn to ink Make the words feel real and I swear there's something special Knowing this won't last forever It only takes one match to burn away our history Long gone are the days of being lost We burn to love the maps that led to us Long gone are the days of being lost Oh we burn to love the maps that led to us Why does it feel foreign? To read bitter words on paper Like the touch of flesh to burn to ink Make the words feel real and I swear there's something special Knowing this won't last forever It only takes one match to burn away our history