Drilling
'When we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone"
The safest and the warmest, where I'd left my mark I intended on keeping, as if I'd withdrawn from my memories and rose again to rest like I'd never rested before.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, head lain across those shoulders.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, heavy breaths to that chest.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, just those hands in my pockets.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, right where I should be.
The safest and the warmest, where I'd left my mark I intended on keeping, as if I'd withdrawn from my memories and rose again to rest like I'd never rested before.
Somebody wants me.
Finally.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, head lain across those shoulders.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, heavy breaths to that chest.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, just those hands in my pockets.
"Are you happy Angie?"
When I'm right where I could be, right where I should be.
The safest and the warmest, where I'd left my mark I intended on keeping, as if I'd withdrawn from my memories and rose again to rest like I'd never rested before.
Somebody wants me.
Finally.
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