Cashmere

I want to sing so softly like cashmere
But all these clouds, dulling the color from everything
Pull me out of focus in frame
Through photographs of no more bouts
Forget my face with subject to change my memories
Was it death?
And will I be still?
What else can I say to solidify?
It feels like nothing is important to me
And I can see that I’m to blame
Eventually I’ll be okay
It feels like nothing is important to me
And I can see that I’m to blame
Eventually I’ll be okay
It feels like nothing is important to me
And I can see that I’m to blame
Eventually I’ll be okay
You promise that you care
Well, I need you here
The way you need me there