Second Hand Lovers

I want to trace your scars with my fingertips Follow it's fracturing line I think you should know how beautiful and brave You already are So sick of secondhand lovers carving names on my chest If I lean in too close, it's to kiss or confess Promise you won't let on And I won't let you down But you're a silent film, all the way back home So alone And I'm a mockingbird who's just lost his voice Did you tell? So sick of secondhand lovers carving names on my chest If I lean in too close, it's to kiss or confess Promise you won't let on And I won't let you down If my eyes can talk, they are betraying me now With whispers sad and soft, they say I'm falling, falling This is impossible, there's nothing here for us If you don't let on, then I won't let you down If you don't let on, then I won't So sick of secondhand lovers carving names on my chest If I lean in too close, it's to kiss or confess Promise you won't let on And I won't let you down I won't let you down I won't let you down

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