Lyrics

It used to be enough. We used to be alone. Enough to be moving, Breathing something new. Crawling through your breath to find you taste like home. Not something we rehearsed. Enough to keep me gone. Now everyone I know has got the handshake down. I'm pretty sure you were at the birth of atrophy. An ocean's all it took to drown away from me. All this being gone was supposed to be so good. Enough to pry me up. Enough to make me move. Now everyone I know has got the handshake down. Everyone I know has got the handshake down. All these made-up scenes. What's supposed to stick around? Everyone I know has got the handshake down.