it`s you

Your lips taste like ash And December Rain. Whispering through the haze. Nothing lasts anyway. Streetlights cast Shadows on your Collarbone. We're sinking in the glow Of a TV left on. It's you. It's always been. It's you. It's always been you. You dress pools like ink On the motel floor. A cigarette burning. What's forgiveness for? You said, "Darling, Heaven is a place we know here," And I knew Then I never belonged to you. It's you. It's always been you. It's you. It's always been you. It's you. Your lips taste like ash. It's always been you. And December rain. It's you. Whispering through the haze. It's always been you. Nothing lasts anyway. It's you.