Moth - Intellectual

I'm just trying to write a song

To make her feel like nothing's wrong

But my tongue doesn't move

When I force it to speak

I could open up my throat and

Force the air into a note

But a cloud doesn't move

When you ask it to leave

But I'm not giving up on you

I'm not giving up

There are books beside my bed

But I don't reach for them

Instead, I'm fucking with my own head

And spinning in one place

You can tell when something's wrong

I'm halfway here and I'm halfway gone

A puzzle-master putting all the pieces into placе

You say

I'm not giving up on you, I'm not giving up on you

I'm not giving up

And if you go down again

I will always find your hand

Like a moth that can't forget the outlinе of a flame

We can dance till it shakes our core

Barefoot on a wooden floor

And I'll pull out the splinters, till it doesn't hurt

At all

I'm not giving up on you

I'm not giving up

I'm not giving up on you

I'm not giving up