Gabe Ma**ey - Pure lyrics

[Verse 1] I'll say almost anything to prove I'm not a mistake, that we can still make the most of our time, while my friends are in the laundry room going over their lines for their deceiving play on words, that they feed to the birds, that they lock in their cage I know that the sun is rising over the hill, but in the morning will you be there still? [Chorus 1] Bloodshot eyes and memories of ruined nights and wistful dreams But who will I be when I wake up from this disease? 'cause you are the virus that's been pumping into the heart of me [Verse 2] My towers of collapsed dreams, and makeshift hope, and perfect symphonies Cracking the sky with tendrils from their knowing eyes Boxspring prayers to deafened gods who turn the TV volume up All the while the jackals run their mouths, cackles lost in the sound Tectonic plates of paper plans all jumbled up by cracking hands They seem to speak the truth, that I will ruin you [Chorus 2] Bloodshot eyes and memories of ruined nights and wistful dreams But who will I be when I wake up from this disease? 'cause you are the virus that's been pumping through my cells With your antidotes and secrets that you're dying to sell [Post-Chorus 1] Your mascara is smudged as you start pacing the room Along the avenues of romance in the AM gloom As the lights in the hall stay true (We'll love until the crosses form Along the walls of bedframes' view We'll love until the air is pure) [Bridge] My tongue contorts in distant metaphors And we're sitting on the courtroom steps I always wanted to adore The security in the second guess [Verse 3] And the leaves start their descent from the branches above Where I find out what it means to never be loved Struggle to find meaning in the warmest of fires In search of the purest feeling [Chorus 3] Bloodshot eyes and memories of ruined nights and wistful dreams But who will I be when I wake up from this disease? 'cause you are the virus that's been pumping through my cells With your antidotes and secrets that you're dying to sell [Post Chorus 2] As she lays down in bed, she moves to stare at her phone In the twilight of the churches that're overgrown With vines of distant flowers that confirm that we're alone [End] I'll say almost anything to prove I'm not a mistake, that we can still make the most of our time, before the sun starts to rise I'll change convictions to give a certain allure, ignore that what we had should have stayed pure