Testo Empty Spaces

Now I’m too afraid to love
I feel a blade through my heart
But it’s me who holds the grip

And when I look down at my feet
I see that it’s my blood i’ve gotta clean

It’s not you it’s me, it’s my blood I’ve gotta clean Wish I could fill

the empty spaces in between
You don’t know much you mean to me
Wish I could tell you how I’m feeling

But it’s too cold at night for the butterflies to fly

Another day, another rose
Being picked away to the stem
Unfit to grow

Like elderly
Like hardwood to a stump
Is this the way I’ll stay for months and months and months
It’s not you it’s me, it’s my blood I’ve gotta clean
Wish I could fill

the empty spaces in between
You don’t know much you mean to me
Wish I could tell you how I’m feeling

But it’s too cold at night for the butterflies to fly

Cold at night for the butterflies to fly
Cold at night for the butterflies to fly