Insincerity as an Artform

It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
A moment in separation the foreground don't seem so bright
These angels in my head are in between the shadow and the light

Were my arms too short to ransom you
From broken skin and black and blue
Unstitch your eyes and you could
Read this forever and breathe this forever

Dead and broken and I'm backwards turned to love
My heart in a box I'd send to you
For a sky held up by stars

Were my arms too short to ransom you
From broken skin and black and blue
Unstitch your eyes and you could
Read this forever and breathe this forever

It's been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head
Your varying degrees of grayness
Tugging the deepest of heartstrings

Were my arms too short to ransom you
From broken skin and black and blue
Unstitch your eyes and you could
Read this forever and breathe this forever

Were my arms too short to ransom you
From broken skin and black and blue
Unstitch your eyes and you could
Read this forever and breathe this forever