"Reckless" lyrics

"Reckless"

Eyes to the floor again, I don't have much to say
Like reading the risks on the bottle
But maybe I was the remedy
That kept you from feeling so hollow

Eyes to the floor again, no path that leads away
You are the sharp taste of metal
The blood in my mouth, the ceremonial
This is my body, this is the trouble I'm in

And I can't speak my mind to you
I can get a little reckless with my head
Every empty ceremony proves
I can feel a little restless in my head

Eyes to the ceiling when no truth is said to me
It's turning out that you are not what you pretend to be
Gave yourself away, your eyes are wandering
A wire crossed and the signal is lost again

And I can't speak my mind to you
I can get a little reckless with my head
Every empty ceremony proves
I can feel a little restless in my head

And I can't speak my mind to you
I can get a little reckless with my head
Every empty ceremony proves
I can feel a little restless in my head

And I fell into your eyes
When you were feeling more alive
Burned up in your sunrise
And I'll stay here for a while
There's no cure that can revive
When the color left your eyes
Heart stopped to no surprise
And I'll stay here for a while


Writer(s): William Yip
EP: "Old Clothes" (2022)
Tigers Jaw - Old Clothes EP cover
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