Yellow - Moth Wings

Your heart was built by hands guiding stars together

And my brain was built by hands that tangled up some thread

I thought I’d let the world untangle it

And I thought I’d let you tangle it some more

But I got sick when I thought of you rolling your head

And I got so uncomfortable I thought I’d have to get myself new skin

But I knew it looked good desperately waiting for a cue

You said you can’t remember what I look like off the top of your head but all I

know is that you surface in blue

But your soul’s yellow, that I swear I watched it thoroughly my dear

You probably didn’t even know I was I must’ve kept my distance just to draw you

near

Just to draw you near

Just to draw you near

Just to draw you near

Just to draw you near