Seattle Demos

Nothing To Explain

Soul-infused piano rock. Written 1/5/19

i only gave a little
of my shy and wounded heart
i only gave a fraction
was enough to fall apart
i gave it for the memory of us curled up in the dark
for that i gave a little of my heart

joined in skin and silence
from 8 o clock til noon
entwined in breath and touch
in our angular little room
fell asleep to tarantino and we woke up in a spoon
just you and me in our angular little room

wanna get back to your backless dress
die to get back to your sweet caress
you showered me with kindness
and it vanished just as fast
the time and place were wrong, alas,
we were but two mere ships that pass

all that's left is a six-week collection
of your pixelated hearts
the setting sun of your zeroes and ones
spanning the miles apart
a scrapbook for a romance that ends before it starts
a fading trove of pixelated hearts

wanna get back to your soft pale skin
die to get back to your perfect porcelain
we kept our boundaries, watched our backs
our hearts would trickle through the cracks
it was written all across our faces
our bodies lie in distant places

i only gave a little
of my guarded patchwork heart
surrendered measured pieces
still enough to fall apart
someday when you're lonely, will my name appear in the dark?

you said you loved to grab me
and hold me, and never let go
well i want you to know, you had me,
but it's okay
these things happen

and for that i gave a little of my heart

Copyright 2019
Brendan Getzell
All Rights Reserved

Nothing To Explain

Brendan Getzell

Related tracks