All Her Fits - Matthew Dear

Even though I’ve never been forgiven before

I can’t be second place

Arrangements can be made and left to stay at the door

I get swept into your face

Just put your finger on the button

You’re mad and we can have us a race

We’ll sell our pieces to the victory child

And I can give you a chase

The wood floors in your home collapse to the ground

The brick walls cover you up, so you will never be found

As the storm passes out of your life, you’re stuck to the ground

You open your mouth and try to remain, but you don’t make a sound