sat up for hours, thoughts of a lover, il prolly nv get a chance t hold again all of my days spent waiting for nights with her again, again. and i'm, sharing a drink with a memory, and a laugh with an empty seat. do you stil look the same, will you stil look at me the same?
cos i know tt i don't, i've gotten so old in these last few years. and i'd rather be fighting with you than sleeping here next to her
don't let me fall il break, what a mess il make.
pathetic pieces on your floor will cut your feet forever.
you're porcelain, such fragile skin.
jus lemme hold you, il be gentle, i won't drop you
this time il be careful.
forget for jus one second tt this is not alright, lets drink to feeling nothing at least jus for tonight.
stay for one more, pass out on the floor like we used t do, it got so hot in your room.
and i can't let it go, the phantom pain i'm feeling. and the hurt won't leave me alone, and i'm tired of sleeping with ghosts.
fell asleep with your ghost, woke up with a headache. from a cure tt's only temporary and in the morning always fails me.
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