It started with a couple of blue lines In the bathroom in the summertime And the first five minutes We already pictured Your whole life in a blink of an eye You were gonna look like her But talk like me Probably give us hell When you were sixteen We were tying dreams In ribbons and bones Now you’re someone That we’ll never know
We only got twelve weeks On that Saturday And a few heartbeats And you were torn away
We don’t talk about it We just tip toe around it But you can’t grieve the unspoken You can’t fix what’s been broken I think the hardest part is It was gone before it started The truth is hard to swallow She’s hollow Hollow Hollow
Had to play a show in Liverpool It was the last thing I wanted to do Tryna sing songs About love to strangers When they don’t know What I’m going through In a three xxx house outside of London You were too far gone all of a sudden You were hundred of pages Of a story untold But forever written on our souls
We don’t talk about it We just tip toe around it But you can’t grieve the unspoken You can’t fix what’s been broken I think the hardest part is It was gone before it started The truth is hard to swallow She’s hollow Hollow Hollow
We only got twelve weeks On that Saturday And a few heartbeats And you were torn away
We don’t talk about it We just tip toe around it But you can’t grieve the unspoken You can’t fix what’s been broken I think the hardest part is It was gone before it started The truth is hard to swallow She’s hollow Hollow Hollow