but your heart breaks at the slightest touch.
You say that it's never enough.
You kiss what you won't touch.
When was the last time you felt good in your skin?
When was the last time you let somebody in?
You say it don't bother you much that your
words slip away like your memories in waves.
Love, is there no getting out of here?
I'm keeping the light on for you, dear.
Hearts get broken one by one.
Pieced back together by the light of what's wrong.
You say it don't bother you much. You look but you won't touch.
You say that it's never enough.
When was the last time you felt good in your skin?
When was the last time you let somebody in?
You say it don't bother you much.
It's never enough...
-Tres Chicas
