كلمات Dry

You press my ribs closer together With a way that hurts so much Still there's nothing sweeter than your touch I used to count days by cutting off my fingers Or by writing your name on my palm Despite all I'll only hold you with one arm With one arm Our conversations have become formulatic ways We try to go on as a matter of course Our conversations have become formulaic ways We try to go on as a matter of course You press my ribs closer together With a way that hurts so much Still there's nothing sweeter than your touch I used to count days by cutting off my fingers Or by writing your name on my palm Despite all I'll only hold you with one arm With one arm Our conversations have become formulaic ways We try to go on as a matter of course Our conversations have become formulaic ways We try to go on as a matter of course With my back against the wall I will go underground When I fall, then I can't be found Bound my head to it, watch them shatter I fall to pieces by trying, but it doesn't matter As I try to slice my wrist right now You don't need to assist to get me down Cause here I am already holding hands with you shadow Here I am already (dying) Dry! Dry! Dry! Dry! Our conversations have become formulaic ways We try to go on as a matter of course Our conversations have become formulaic ways We try to go on as a matter of course In this room where emptiness breathes You're so close but there's distance between In this room where emptiness breathes I'm alone I'm alone