Chriz Scott - TRI Lyrics

Pull apart every piece of my anatomy

Wounded heart
Now being held by more than me

Crafting hands
Now coming in sets of 3

Pros and cons
Paving the ways of any direction

Confused heart
Beating for more than just one

Strange souls
Looking for a warm body to hold

Put on hold
Brain knows that I'm no good

Two house olds
Not alike but ones I can call home

Both craved ways to my heart
Pulled in different directions

Now I'm apart

Of a
Shape
That holds this
Square in place

One has my eyes the other my mind

The question of who could hold my heart
Lingers even as I walk towards
A direction

Hesitation fills my mind and spills on to canvas
Blues and reds cover my notes