My mattress is getting so lumpy
Just the same as last time
So I sleep on the side that I always slept on
In our prime
The siphon that runs through my heart
Keeps running on Empty
So I'll see you in winter
If only to float upon the dead sea
You're not coming home
And I know this
But that doesn't mean
I'm not alone
I'd take a beautiful mess over nothing at all
I'd take a beautiful mess over nothing at all
