Delial Lyrics

Dry-eyed at the beginning of the night
The conversation shifts
And begins to bear the tone of 2009
So we drive
Your fingers slipping closer to mine
I'm losing faith in this
We're running through the dark

My body's breaking
I'm losing signs that I am still alive
We're in a mirror
Reflecting back reality

Underneath the sheets you're crying
But I refuse to speak I'm quiet
And my mind is in New Orleans
On the hill, overlooking

Maybe I fucked up
Maybe I miss you

Brittany I fucked up
Brittany I miss you