My house is empty, full of daytime ghosts and morning woes. It's never been this easy to wake up under this milky blue weather but I'm running thin already.
Honey, I wish you could see me in the mornings. It's like a self-destructing birth. I'm a stammering desire for words and I'm making stupid faces. I don't want anything else, but I think we'll be here a while. Maybe I'll stop thinking of words that look like you for a while too.
Honey, I wish you could see me in the mornings. It's like a self-destructing birth. I'm a stammering desire for words and I'm making stupid faces. I don't want anything else, but I think we'll be here a while. Maybe I'll stop thinking of words that look like you for a while too.
