Anne
You have a chill to your breath
It was carried with the wind
Proof that everything is short lived
And I know that you're scared, living in confusion
If you cleaned up all of the mess
No one would even know you exist

Do you stand at your door waiting on the unknown?
Don't you think it's beautiful to be torn?
It is not your style to live and die by the sword

Anne
I would've been there if you had given me the chance
You think life is such a bore
The world stopped for you long ago
And I bet that it's strange living so day to day
It's a gift to be alone
You will realizе down the road

Do you write on your arms?
Directions for your soul
You should feel lucky to know that your hеart beats
It's a chore for you, so you leave it be

Alright
Oh yeah


You miss me in passing
Like bursts of air through your wings
You soar with them softly
Woven into your veins

I would've been there if you had given me the chance
The years have come so fast
And you wear them on your skin

Do you sit by the willow, hang your head with the star-glow?
You should feel relieved to know that you can bleed

It is not like you to be so reckless
You never thought you'd become so calloused
I look through you, I don't recognize a thing
It is not your style, it's not who you're meant to be