Volumes - Tiny Moving Parts

Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast

Help me measure out how much time has passed

I need a better understanding

A focal point and a glass of whiskey

A formulated plot to make these thoughts stop

I sit around, I think about

How loud this silence can sound

But these drinks make me happy

Temporarily 'til morning

I sit around, I think about

How loud this silence can sound

But these drinks make me happy

Temporarily until the morning

Until it comes back again

Until it comes back again

I swear the volumes multiply

When you’re in bed fast asleep inside

And honestly I haven’t felt alive in a while

Cut the ties, lose the limbs

They wear you down

As they wear me down too

Cut the ties, they wear you down

And I still miss you

I sit around I think about

How loud this silence can sound

But these drinks make me happy

Temporarily 'til morning

Please come back again

I need you more than anything

And if this place escapes my head

I will pretend

Keep pretending to

Touch the rain clouds

Pull the tears out

Let the volumes

Drown themselves out

Touch the rain clouds

Pull the tears out

Let the volumes

Drown themselves out

Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast

Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast

Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast

Touch the rain clouds

Pull the tears out

Let the volumes

Drown themselves out

Touch the rain clouds

Pull the tears out

Let the volumes

Drown themselves out