~My Brand Of Love Is Unforgiving~

~Momento~

tonight we'll hide
recount their beautiful names
hoping they'd love us in return
oh but we never did learn
we cut ourselves in shapes to fit
'till we slowly ran out of ourselves
we've ran out of ourselves
withered in our empty rooms
but no one will ever know
this is our secret
no one knows

weekend evenings
clothes trail from door to bed
moaning names
calling out for saints
but neither of them are yours
and neither of them are mine my love
but for just one night inspite of ourselves
if only we could trade places
fill these arms
someone to hold

tonight we hide
recount their beautiful names
hoping they'd love us in return
oh but we never did learn
we cut ourselves in shapes to fit
for the silhouettes
for the faceless
for all the wrong reasons
we've ran out of ourselves
withered in empty rooms
no one will ever know
this is our secret
no one knows
for all the wrong reasons