aching for your skin in a way i've never been
i don't wanna watch your face when you hear these words
i crumble too easily these days or maybe i've always been
basking in the salt
cradled
i want to be cradled
full of it
i don't wanna be
full of shit
i was a dog in the room when you left
nothing behind my eyes at best
vacant and fried like a child left behind
i was a dog in the room when you left
swallowed my tears, choked down my best
drove through the sunset, a fiery lull to take me to you
the last glimpse of you before you got on the train
softly cracked me open
i don't want to talk about it
i want to build you a house on a hill
drop it all for you
you know i would
im crumbling
i just miss you when you're not around
i just miss you when i lay my head down
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