I got no remorse for stealing from a thief
Her taken love was never yours to keep
And forbidden fruit never tasted so sweet
As when plucked from the garden of a liar and cheat
She speaks in whispers
Carving lines down my chest
She speaks in whispers
Wishing she never left
So if you hear you were never her best
Blame it on whispers
Blame it on whispers
'Cuz she lit my heart in a crimson blaze
Tore down my bed and built yours in its place
You took your pleasure right in front of my face
'Cuz you never thought I would ever do the same
But any love that rises from the ashes of another
Back to ashes will return
She speaks in whispers
Carving lines down my chest
She speaks in whispers
Wishing she never left
So if you hear you were never her best
Blame it on whispers
Blame it on whispers
Her whispers built up your love
And now they’ll tear it down
Her whispers might be soft
But they're a violent sound
She never could get enough
Of what was not allowed
And now she whispers so much
The truth cannot be found
She speaks in whispers
Carving lines down my chest
She speaks in whispers
Wishing she never left
So if you hear you were never her best
Blame it on whispers
Blame it on whispers
credits
from //concave//,
released September 1, 2017
Rob Guariglia — guitar, co-production
Nick Cianci — guitar
Dan Hemerlein — bass
Andrew Campbell — drums
Recorded at Oscilloscope Laboratories & Shelter Island Sound
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