The Art of Not Thinking About It - Flatsound

I heard your footsteps on my wooden floor

It was on that bed that we ignored the TV we used for light

Your fingertips were so secure

When you spoke I felt your words burning through my chest

'Cause happiness is close

I can feel it in my bones

Like inhaling the morning winter coast

I’m not alone

I’m not alone

I’m not alone

I’m not alone

I’m not alone

I’m not alone

'Cause I can feel you breathe

When your chest and my chest meet

In a pattern like the waves on the beach

Let’s be honest

I don’t know how not to think about these things that keep me up

It’s just I’ve been so frightened by these awful thoughts

I’m afraid my body’s had enough

And my chest caves in

And my heart gives up

But I feel it now, and it’s stronger than it’s ever been before

But I know that it’s okay, 'cause you came with me to the doctor

And I looked him in the eyes and said I don’t need your pills to survive

All I need’s this girl beside me, these words I feel inside me

And I cry to you so quietly, I said:

«I'm scared but is this likely, that I’m dying without fighting

That my children will despise me, 'cause their father was a pansie

With a fragile shaking body and a mind that can’t stop thinking?»

And these eyes, they can’t stop crying

But I’ll be fine as long as nothing

Ever stops this heart from loving you

Loving you