Fucked Lyrics

Our failed love and the regret it brings
Our first name nights and the shame of the in-between
Haunting me
Three words that choke you in your sleep
How they rang as loud as crashing cars
And stretched further than all our wounded roads
You were as the damage and trauma
Beautiful like dying butterflies given to withered petals
I felt the winter coming
I felt an aging spring
Never knew what kind of sorrow the passing years could bring
So I'll wait here for my days to lay claim
When our torn paths are lined with broken graves
And every rope I gave sways empty in the breeze
Like Spanish Moss upon South Carolina trees
Our failed love
The regret it brings
Forever haunting me