Cold to the touch
Too soon, too much
Between our thoughts
Love starts to rot
Can you feel it?
Like a hidden hand thats holding you down
To the water
So shallow no one thought you would drown
All the love you've saved
Is in a watery grave
Fruit in a bowl
Turns white with mold
Strawberry red
That's how i bled
Dont worry you'll float down
Your love was lost but the truth was found
Now that you're all washed up
The slate is clean but your soul is stuck
