The Horror of Riovanes Songtext

you spoke with a nervous tick that betrayed control
i know! i counted the times you touched your fingers to your throat
(seventeen)

that night, at sara holden's going away party, you were as pale as a ghost (ivory white)

i think it weighed on you that you weren't leaving
or maybe, how you were so afraid that you would never go

so you will carry all this weight home