horchata

fear is the weight we carry
from the cradle straight to our graves
and love is the treasure we bury
pain alternates with pleasure in beautiful waves

and you've been watching me
you say I am made of some strange magnetic power
but don't be drawn to me
i may be here today
but soon black moss will cover over my dead body
over my dead body
over my dead body

you've been a lot of places
left me forgotten by your side
and maybe the feeling's baseless
but something still stirs in me when I look in your eyes

'cause you've been kind to me
I never quite believed you when you said it's over
well, what is wrong with me?
I trusted you
you watched me open like a flower
over my dead body
over my dead body
over my dead body