safety scissors Songtext
von @melissageurts

I never keep the good ones, they feel too final
Permanent things give me hives
This version of me, the one who hums at 3 p.m
She′s enough

Don't ask me what it means, I was just moving
Thoughts settle when I don′t touch them
I love the ones that fall apart
They leave better ghosts


I only keep the better ghosts
The ones that hum and then let go
Not the final, not the clean
Just the flicker in between
I only keep the better ghosts
Soft, unfinished, almost-close
I live for almost
I live for almost

Crumple me up, fold me wrong
I don't wanna last, I wanna feel strong
Smudge my name, glue my hands
Don't explain, just let me stand

On the edge of the version
That doesn′t need to mean anything

I only keep the better ghosts
The ones that hum and then let go
No proof no plan, just the shape of my hands
I live for almost
I live for almost